Swiftcurrent Creek from out of the smoke

they had both spent quite a lot of energy for that tiny morsel, and while hosannah had enjoyed the sweet and sour flavors of it, she knew it would not keep her satisfied. she finished licking the bits of bone and fluid from her snout and turned to regard the creek, and as she moved towards it she let her tongue hang out from her mouth for a moment or two - the equivalent of wiping her brow after such exercise. 

after panting for a moment longer - and listening to the other wolf - she closed her mouth, gathered her thoughts, and introduced a new idea. that was the first meal i have had in a number of days. the life upon the land is not the same as it was, the locusts had done a lot of damage, and only now was hosannah noticing the subtle differences. they would become great in time. she glanced briefly to the stranger then. one must ignore preference in order to survive. come, try. perhaps one of us will be lucky. 

mentally hosannah slipped a prayer to her lord of light, hoping to gain something from this venture rather than an empty stomach and a worn out body. even if she did not succeed in fishing, perhaps hosannah would come out of this experience with one more soul saved in his name.