Stone Circle damn songbirds, all in my ear

@Greyback

fishing was fun until blondine realized how much she sucked. back on abernathy hill, no one knew how to fish; being able to come home with a pair of sardines was a lifetime achievement. but here? in these wilds? a wolf had to be able to catch a whole school of fish to be considered decent.

she stood beside the pond watching their silver bodies slink from one edge to the other. blondine knew better than to strike just yet; she would wait for the perfect opportunity. what that looked like, well, she didn't actually know yet.