Whitebark Stream Fishe

 

The snowfield had entered these wilds by following alongside a river, as rivers were a familiarity. Her raven companion flew ahead of her, peering behind himself every now and again to ensure she was still in sight. Eventually, the river branched off into a stream, and Fisher began to follow it until she found a shallow spot. Perfect, she thought, stepping into the cool water.

Gilded eyes quickly spotted numerous fish, which were alarmed by her presence and dashed away. Expecting this, the wraith locked onto one and pursued it, easily catching it in her jaws and lifting it out of the water. It was a cutthroat trout of decent size, and it wriggled desperately in her grasp. Fisher brought it to land before dropping her prize on the ground where it flopped helplessly. A paw held it still so her teeth could sever its spine, ending the creature's struggle. Pesi swooped down to begin feeding on its carcass, and Fisher returned to the water to repeat the ritual several more times, accumulating a pile on the shore.