Silver Creek with a long rush and patter of water

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Wick arrived in the Teekon Wilds on the bottom left corner of the map. It was snowing, though only lightly. The coywolf was hungry, which was nothing new. Food would only be harder to come by as time went on. It was nearing winter. Wick bent down to drink from the creek, which was not frozen yet. The water was so cold it ached as it went down her throat. Probably there were no fish in the water. They’d all migrated to warmer waters. No matter. Wick would find a rabbit or a squirrel or something else to tide her over. She always did. For now, she followed the creek east to see where it would lead.

While Apple did not particularly like getting her feet wet, her venturing in the flooded lands, which were created by two rivers, turned out to be a lucky decision. The previous night temperatures had dropped below zero and, when the old lady walked along the mountain-side, the worst of the pools of water were covered by a layer of ice. Not dense enough for her to tread on safely, but good for her to carefully manoeuvre her way towards a distant forest. And there on an isolated island she had spotted a hare - by the looks of it - it had had an unexpected swim and was wet and cold to the skin. She was not a cruel creature and put it out of it's misery, and then reached the forest with a freshly caught hare in her jaws. 

She walked among the trees, looking for a good spot and finally found such in a clearing. There she settled down and began to eat, realizing that she had company here, when the winds changed and brought coywolf's smell to her. She paused and looked up from her meal at the stranger in the distance.

We're two posts into this account and Wick's being stupid already. Yay! I have no idea how this'll turn out. Feel free to DM on Discord or something if Apple thinks she's gonna wanna fight over the hare!

The smell of blood caught Wick’s attention. Her nostrils flared and her pupils dilated. She whipped around and followed the scent, but soon, the smell of wolf filled her nose. No matter. She would steal the hare away from its owner and have two or three bites of food to sustain her, or she would die in a pointless fight and crumple to the ground in a smear of crimson and pale fur. It was nearly winter. Food was becoming harder to come by and she was willing to fight for what little scraps there were left. She approached the… rather strange-looking wolf with a gleam in her eye and a growl in her throat, her eyes flickering between the wolf and its food.

Upon Wick's arrival Apple had made 2/3 way through the hare, the soft and tasty inner organs, muscles, lungs, heart and pieces of muscle from the hind legs were already safely stashed inside her stomach. Life surrounded by children had taught the older wolf to eat fast. And her worn-down teeth weren't good for chewing much either. So, when the coywolf approach, all bristled and with a very rude attitude, Apple was in a contemplative mood and aided it by chewing on the hare's foot. One end stuck out from the side of her mouth, giving an impression that she was smoking a cigar. She did not stop chewing, when she regarded the other with a very critical gaze, her eyes finally settling on the girl's face. She let the uneaten end of the foot fall on the ground and spoke: "You can wipe that ugly look off your maw, be polite and tell me, what you want."

Wick was disappointed. She noticed finally, ignoring her raging instincts for a moment, that the hare was almost gone already. There was no point to this fight. What was left was perhaps a mouthful, not worth it. The beast spoke to her and she did not understand. She knew posturing and body language and growls. Not… awkward mouth-sounds from the maws of monsters. Monsters her mother had warned about. Monsters who shared her blood—though she did not know it. She looked between the hare and the wolf, eyes flicking up and down a few times, then she turned away. There was no point in staying. She had to find her own food. She kept her attention focused, behind her, however, ears turned back to listen for the sounds of any kind of attack—the crunch of leaves, the sound of heavy breath, footfalls. She would not be caught unawares.

Sorry! Wick doesn’t understand language (something I spontaneously decided right now LOL) and since Apple ate most of the hare already, there’s no point in her staying. She will exit unless stopped. Permission to attack her granted, but it would turn into a dice roll thing if so!

Apple was a very peaceful creature and had not got in a single fight in her entire life, therefore the little wildling's showing off and the desperate readiness to engage in a fight had confused her. What for, really? The scraps? She looked down at her feet, where four paws, pieces of backbone and the whole head were still remaining. After all, if the other had wanted food, she should have simply asked. But shyness has many forms of, how it is manifested and she concluded that perhaps this person was not aggressive, because she was being an ass, but because she did not know any other way. 

"OY!" she called out to the coywolf, who, hopefully, was still in the vicinity. "You can have the rest, if you wish," she told, getting up, shaking her coat and without a second look back left the remnants of her meal unguarded. The forest was a big place, it would give her plenty of to do, until she returned an hour or two later to check out, whether the kid had taken her advice or not. If the latter was the case, she would clean up the dish herself. Apple knew better than to let good food go to waste.

Give the kid something to eat. :) Last one from me.