Otter Creek Balance

Traversing the mountains had taken longer than she expected.  It had felt like forever, but maybe she was just being careful to pick her way through with the easiest path.  Probably a good thing, though -- it wasn't exactly her native terrain.  Finally on the other side, water called to her again.

She'd spent the afternoon fishing (or trying to) and now as evening was arriving under the shore's canopy, the pale figure of Skydance could be found carefully nibbling a trout to plenty of bite-sized pieces.  She'd found an okay fishing spot, so she was planning on hanging out for the night -- maybe even an extra day -- to refuel before continuing her journey.  The wide array of landscapes she'd passed through already were already blurring into a wonderland-like mess, and she'd probably have a hell of a time trying to sort them out later on.  Her travels, though, hadn't brought her by too many wolves, for good or for bad.  They were around though.  There had been other packs she'd gone by, but she wasn't going to make rash decisions... Yet.  Much to explore, much to see, and maybe another fish to snatch before they sunk to the depths to sleep.