backdated a few weeks(...ish?) ago, to just around/after when sunday was accepted--for @Prophet LOCATION: A stream meanders through the territory, coming down as a mere trickle from the mountains and not growing much past that on its journey to the greater taiga. Smaller fish can manage its crooked course and many rapids, so it provides both a chance for a bite and a cool respite from the hottest days of summer.
Rivereyes had shared great news with her. Even still, though, Sunday Morning did not understand that this news had everything to do with her great and terrible craving of some large earthbound rodent. Though water, too, could be its element. Sunday Morning did not know if such a creature existed in the Rise, but again made way for the watersource here. It being in the heart of the territory made it easy to come across.
Her strides were driven and purposeful. Any debris left from trees gave her pause as she sniffed at them, looking them over with a hunters gaze. The breakage she investigated then looked as natural as all the rest, not caused by blunted teeth to build a damn. Sunday was not dismayed by her lack of success thus far, and moved ahead with the mind that soon enough she would find something promising. This was the way of the hunter. Fail, just to try again for the chance to succeed.
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