Whitebark Stream hands on the water

Tagging @Jax for possible Saturnin meetup (if you'd like to pop in, Paige; no obligation), but anyone is welcome!

For the first time since pledging herself to Saena's group, Juniper found herself a few miles beyond the border following the banks of a tumultuous stream that snaked through the plains of the taiga. The white birch trees that lined the banks offered a rather peculiar camouflage for the golden girl; it made her form difficult to discern among all the flecks of black and white. That said, she wasn't on the hunt. No, just a walk. The maplewood wasn't stifling, far from it; but she'd become curious about the territories adjacent to the pack and thus found herself here.

A dark, slippery shape suddenly broke the surface of the rapids only to flop back into the churning depths. She stopped, and watched as another one attempted to scale the small waterfall, only to fail and be washed back down stream. One ear twisted forward, followed soon by the other one, and she smiled. With dexterous paws, she crept down the stony banks to the shallows near the rapids; a few more silvery shapes darted away from her looming shadow.

She seated herself and cocked her head as she continued to watch the leaping trout.