Lost Creek Hollow down here all the fish is happy

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Mind if we forward-date it to present day??

It wasn't easy getting used to pack-life after so long being alone. She had to hunt with the pack, which was actually a lot easier (and safer), and every so ofted she would come across a friendly pack-mate. It wasn't bad at all, but it took time for the female to feel comfortable again.

Besides her tasks as a member of the pack, the female had taken her naturalist training seriously. She knew big deal about plants already, and she hoped that with dedication she could become not only a plant specialist, but a wildlife expert, which would be useful for her pack when the temperatures dropped.

The creek to which the land owed its name was an point of interest for the aspiring naturalist. The population of fish, of many kinds, was healthy and abundant. She knew for sure that trout made of this place their home, which was exciting news as it could be a good source of food during large-prey scarcity. Bella had been observing the fish from the siverbend for a while when a loud voice broke her focus. She got up from her sphinx-like position and followed the general direction of the singer, intrigued by his melodious voice.

Between the branches of a stately tree, and stained in brown earth, Arabella found one of her pack-mates, digging a cache, and singing a beautiful song out loud. She couldn't help but giggle, and decided to watch him in a sitting position a few steps behin him. He was a funny guy.