Whitefish River On the side of Justice

@Evergreen No problem! I wasn't sure if you forgot or where expecting me to make a thread. I also went kind of poof too cause stuff came up. All good. :3

A nice breeze went over the large grass siding the long winding river that Basil had found yesterday. It seemed to be a mild day today. Better than yesterday. After traveling for quite a while on the search for a little den he retired for the night in a hollow tree near the riverside cause it started to rain rather hard. Now, after finally waking up he decided to explore the surrounding area. It was a nice enough place but Basil was not sure if he should make camp here. After waking up in this unknown land he was unsure on what to do. Usually his father made all the decisions. He was the alpha of his old pack after all. Heh. Old pack. Optimism was a trait that Basil usually has but.....this situation was just too unknown and bizarre, it was hard to think that he will ever return to his family. His brother was the one getting trained to be next alpha and Basil was trained to become a good hunter, so he was unsure on what actions to take right now. Should he just continue walking and hoping to arrive somewhere where the scents and scenery were familiar? Or should he just give up on returning home and try to join a new pack in this area? He did not know so he was just hoping for a miracle every day.
 
Either way, back to the daily actions. It was time to find food. Basil was only able to get a squirrel the whole day yesterday since he did not know the terrain or most of the creatures yet. Every prey he knows and tried hunting was able to get away from him. Furthermore he did not want to risk an injury so he avoided hunting any other creature he found. Maybe he had more luck fishing in the river close by. Fish were familiar. So his paws carried him down the little hill where his temporary camp was located. Fishing was never his main hunting method but hard times called for a different approach.
 
"Hmm, let’s see. There seems to be enough fish in here, I should be able to at least get one." the brown foxlike colored male muttered to himself and stepped into the cold water of the river. His limited experience told him that the fish usually avoided the shores so it would be best to try getting them in the deeper parts of the river. He could not go too far in though as this weird contraption on his neck limited his downward neck motion because of its size and weight. Basil had tried time and time again to get it off but it was too sturdy. The male didn't even know what it was doing or if it was dangerous. He just knew that it comes from the pale faces that apparently kidnapped him and released him in this unknown world.
 
With a short snort he stopped thinking about it and focused back at the task at hand. Getting his breakfast. What followed were a few of "unique" movements as well as splashing and snapping sounds. Like mentioned, fishing was not one of his favorite hunting methods.