Silver Creek Finally reaching the border

Laika nodded as Mella told her she knew how to fish. "Let's fish then," she said matter-of-factly. She swished her tail and waded into the river. It's currents tugged at her fur, willing her to come with it. A very small fraction of her wanted to jump into the rushing water and let it take her where it will. Engulf her it's cold tranquility and take her away from reality to a place where she wouldn't have to face famine, and death and unneeded responsibilities. No. People needed her. The pack needed her. Spring needed her. She couldn't leave. Not now. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on the task at hand. The fish had dispersed when she entered the water, but now they were wandering back. She pinpointed one and lowered her head, preparing herself for the hunt.