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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder - Rye - February 23, 2021
Time - 3:00pm | Weather - Few clouds | Temperature - 34F(0c)
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Water flowed freely in spite of the freezing cold
temperatures, its movement yet to be confined into
crystals. The edges of the river were not so lucky,
they had been overcome by the freeze, unable to
sustain constant movement it succumbed to nature.
Rye dipped his tongue into the river, lapping up
the crisp, cool water. He could track its movement
down his throat and into his belly, it was sharp,
practically slicing his throat on the way down.
It was refreshing to feel the acute cold contrast
against his warm body, it sent shivers down his
spine and it woke him. His travels often left him
weary by sun set, so feeling the stark polarity
of the cold briefly dominating his warmth shocked
his system just enough to bring back attentiveness.
.
Fish swam up and down river, their bodies having
already adapted to the cold. They were not as plump
as they would be in summer but Ryes' stomach dared
not be ungrateful for any opportunity that willingly
presented itself. The male stood deathly still,
waiting for the fish to lose track of him. It wasn't
long, a whitefish swam narrowly close to him. With
one swift move the fish was soon squirming and
writhing in his jaw. Rye crunched down harder until
he could hear the spine of the fish snap. Tiny pops
that delighted his ears and belly, dinner was served.
.
Blood dripped from his maw, staining the colorless
ground. The only remnants of a life consumed was the
head of the fish and blood soaked snow. Although Rye
wouldn't mind a second helping he didn't care for the
numbing of his muzzle from the water draining his warmth.
Instead he opted to move further up stream, taking notice
of the hot springs near by. Their warmth was enticing and
certainly alluring but Rye spotted a cave in the distance
that appeared far more intriguing than some glorified hot
water. It was recessed into a hill, large enough to house a
pack, Rye scented the air for markings. Nothing caught his
attention so he proceeded with caution. "Is anyone in there?"
He called out, hopeful of no reply.