Mudminnow River flowing fluid and wild

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Autumn mornings suck, Tail thought, decidedly. She had been quite young last fall, and she didn't quite remember how bite-y this particular season could be. Winter, she knew, would be most definitely bitter— but she had thought there was more time before the warmth fled the earth.

Her breath emerged as mist as she trekked along the river's southern bank, heading east. Tail felt well rested for the first time in a long time, and now that she had slowed down to enjoy her destination (rather than rushing to it, as she had been), the yearling was better able to keep the edge off her hunger.

Fishing was fun, and it was a quick breakfast. Something about the cooler mornings (and now they were extra cold) made fish sluggish; they were far easier to catch this time of day. Her blue-gray eyes scanned the water as she moved along the bank, searching for a tell-tale flicker of scale.

So far, no luck.