Heron Lake Plateau variation under nature

I don’t want it.

Bowie stares at her from the distance he added between them and glanced down at what he could see of his kill. It wouldn’t be enough to satisfy his hunger for long and he had no reason to share. Her words, however, made his ears fall back on his head. A lie, he knew, because in a time of famine, everyone wanted everything they could get their hands on. He swallows a lump that forms in his throat, scaly, fishy, metallic, and he sputters a cough around the kill.

Eventually, he drops it. Head first, he picks it up again and in a matter of seconds devours the entire thing. His stomach rumbles at the sudden upset and he looks back to the bank of the river and follows it until, ultimately, it turns into a lake some ways down. The spot he found only proves to be fruitful; another fish caught in the section he’d manage to catch his own. Bowie cants his head as he takes a step forward. A large branch blocks the fish’s exit and it doesn’t seem smart enough to work its way out.

The small wolf chuffs quietly, jerking his head to draw her attention. He’s lucky he caught the one and he isn’t sure he’d risk his streak so soon.