Swiftcurrent Creek from out of the smoke

hosannah shook her head, her ears fanning to either side. no, i am not. but i had hoped to find herbs, and couldn't. now i try to fish, and i grasp nothing but the water. it was disheartening to be faced with so many failings at once. one could hear it in her voice, equal parts sorrowful and tired. she licked her lips and gradually, with some effort and stretching, got back to her feet. but there is no time to sulk. i will find something soon, i am sure of it. but whether that meant lingering here or trying her luck elsewhere, hosannah was not sure. so she did not leave the other wolf quite yet - instead, watching her surroundings, and listening to the creek as it flowed hastily by.