Silver Creek Part Three: Fish Breath

Set to TODAY! :D Yay! Set in the Silver Creek forum just to get Silver Creek wolves -- she's technically still in King Elk forest, but she can likely be seen/scented from the borders. 

The days keep zooming on by for the tall-legged yearling, who each day became a little more integrated with the pack and less anxious by the thought of them. She'd met a couple of wolves since Casmir brought her here, and though she'd begun to really want into those borders, it still wasn't enough for her to call for company. Today, her paws didn't keep her around the area she'd claimed as her temporary den spot -- tree-root den and an herbal cache -- but instead pulled her along the border. She limped on a good couple of yards from it at all times, but stopped when a stream presented itself from: how Grace hadn't ever seen this one before in her travels outside the border, she'll never know, but as her belly rumbled, she deigned to go for an easy meal today. 

Stepping up to the side of the shimmering water, her chest constricted -- she was reminded of the day she, Kunik, and Stark went fishing for Marauders Keep during the famine. 

Kunik had died weeks later, and she'd filled the bellies of the Marauders to ensure their survival. Grace had fought with it a while, even refused the meal for a few hours -- it was only Nova's insisting that drove her to choke it down, sobbing, but in the end saving the lives of everyone. Shuddering, she darted a clumsy paw into the icy waters, missing by a long shot and whimpering as she felt a rock strike her toes. Pulling back, the russet girl grumbled before setting her hazy vision back to the silvery waters.