Mudminnow River the sandwich saved me

Sorry Fisher isn't very nice. 8)

Fisher shakes her head to get rid of the taste from her mouth but she'd gone without water long enough. It doesn't even get rid of the taste and so she looks back up the bank for a patch of grass she can chew on to eat to help combat the intrusion. Her toes squish in the mud, and she nearly skips coming back up but she hears someone talking to her at the same time. Fisher's head jerks to attention to see a darker female, a smile on her face, and all she can manage is to lift her lip up in warning. 

"I don't need your help," the brute of a female spits out. She curses herself for not paying attention to where she was going, stumbling across someone that manages to catch her off guard. She certainly wouldn't be able to survive the winter if she didn't pull herself together. 

There's a quiet rumble in her stomach Fisher is only able to feel. She'd eaten a few days ago and it didn't last. It had been enough to give her a chance to rejuvenate but it would only last her so long. The large female sighs in frustration before she turns to the west.