Whitefish River with the strength of the returning tide

@Heloise

it was another crisp day, the air chilled despite the misleading bright light basking the lands in that weak spring sunlight that held little to no heat in it and was rather glarey. the pale woman was sitting by the edge of the river- dark eyes distracted as they rested nonchalantly on the ever-moving river waters. despite looking deep in thought all she was really wondering was what the hell did fish taste like? she couldn't imagine it being all too nice, whenever she thought of eating a fish all she could imagine was cold and slimy- not exactly appetizing thoughts. they looked so boring to catch too, all that sitting around not moving a muscle for the tiniest morsel of food ever. her forepaws slipped forward into a luxurious stretch, she personally much preferred the thrill of the stalk and chase of land animals. she was confident in believing they tasted much better too.

her pale form stood now, tail flicking quite restlessly from side to side. there was a lot of pent up energy burning within her and she really had no clue what to do with it, she was already full otherwise she'd hunt it out. she'd almost dare say she was bored but it seemed like such a sin to complain about such a thing after having to suffer a life where being able to be bored seemed like such a luxury. letting a soft huff slip from her jaws the young soldier would fall back on her haunches, long tail never ceasing its twitching.