Wapun Meadow Pale wanderer

For @Siarut and/or @Takiyok! Eep!

Pesi soared happily overhead, wings parallel to the meadow far below him. Meanwhile, Fisher walked with purpose, eyes trained on the creek that laid ahead. She was naturally drawn to moving water, having been a creature born and fed by it in her past. Approaching the water's edge, she slowed, footsteps deliberately soft against the summer grass. Cautiously, she peered over the edge to see if there were any fish. There were none. Pity. With a small huff, she leaned down to take a sip of the cool water, lapping it up with her pink tongue. Her ears swiveled for any alarming sounds as she did, but they found none.

She then crossed the shallow water, not minding her feet getting wet. The scents of many wolves of various ages intermingled in this area; it was likely a common hunting ground, and that was for good reason, she suspected. Maybe she could find something edible if she kept searching. Fisher put her dark nose to the ground to sift for scents, continuing westward while she did.