Mudminnow River the sandwich saved me

Ilya was perched calmly on a rock outside the old packs territory. She hadn't been inside of it ever before but the stories she'd been told something strange had occurred there. She dared not venture in without her pack, she felt anyway. The black fae was sitting beside the Mudminnow river, and to her it appeared far less drinkable than the smaller streams in her own pack territory, but she wasn't using it for drinking right now. She was going to try a new method of hunting, using this rock. The hope was that animals would come to drink from the river and she would see them before they got here being so high up on the boulder. She would attack before they reached the river. She had never tried out the technique before, but she wanted to attempt nonetheless. Perhaps if she just waited still enough and long enough, prey would come to her. 

So far, nothing.

Although when an tawny coated female came running beside the river in the distance Ilya grew a bit concerned. She watched the wolf with a still blue gaze, blinking only when the wolf went out of sight behind a hill. Eventually, she slowed, and eventually she grew closer. Soon, the wolf was almost right in front of her and began to lap at the dirty water beneath her. Ilya let out a nervous chuckle, watching her with a suspicious yet worried gaze.

"You know," she began softly, "there is far more drinkable water around here." 

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