Swiftcurrent Creek Caribou Jerky

she jumped again.
the nymph hissed through her teeth, as her fangs clacked together and the silvery blur raced past her fangs. she was hungry and determined to sate herself. fishing was something that she had not quite mastered, yet she tried time and time again for lack of a better alternative at the moment. 

she was proving to be quite the scrappy sort. her entitled nature and vainness had fallen away over the months, replaced with a wilder and truer version of herself. months of isolation had molded her into a survivor, smaller and leaner and just a little bit meaner, perhaps. 

@Kelina