Wapun Meadow An owl in the closet

Simatra was a newbie when it came to fishing, having stuck to forest prey almost all her life. There had been times when she had travelled beside loners, the occasional individual having spoken briefly about the sport but never going into depth on the subject matter. The evenings after her encounter with Tamborine she had spend investigating the creek, testing the flow and making note of the few fish that swam below the surface But never quite making a move.

Hello.

The quiet tones pulled her from her thoughts, and she turned to face a wolf. The canid was thin, starved and rawboned from hunger most likely, yet there was no doubt she'd be a grey beauty come the warmer months. "Hi there," she'd greet, concern for her current company drawing her along the bank until she stood a respectable distance away. "What brings you here, hunger?" It wasn't hard to guess.