Lake Rodney You don't get old by being stupid

She had been following the stream out of the haunted woods seemingly fleaing for no apparent reason. The setting changed drastically from a foggy eiriness to sunny with pleanty of wild flowers. She put that experience behind her for now, she couldn't dwell on it.

She walked along the bank heading in no clear direction with no clear goal. The pitch black wolf simply trotted flicking up sand behind her. The stream she was following began to widen until it meet with the great lake. She could see fish rushing and gliding through and jumping out of the water. Those look pretty good she thought thinking of an opportunity for her next meal. She walked into a shallow area of the lake and stood with her feet wide apart allowing the fish enough room to swim through. 

She waited, still, carful not to scare the fish and as one got close she shot her snout into the water trying to nab a fish. Darn she said shaking off the water on her nose after missing her first fish. She reajusted her stance ready for another attempt. After a short amount of time the water had settles and another fish swam up toward Rouge. Once again she plunged her snout into the water attempting to mab the fish and this time was successful. 

The decent sized fish flailed in her jaws as she walked into shore. She set it down and placed her paw on its side to get some grip as she bit into the side and tore up peiceing it apart and eating her catch. He fishing and splashing easily heard for any wolves in the near by area.