Whitewater Gorge This fish filet is heaven

Zarya had collapsed. She didn't know when or necessarily where, but it was obvious she had simply fallen. Unlike some, she was stubborn and refused to die, she could get back up. It was daylight when she awoke, she had to have made it extremely far or slept for at least ten hours. But from the way she still felt, it had to be the first. Throwing herself up the woman found a sharp pain in her leg, "I forgot about that" she mumbled to herself quietly as she sat back down. 

Perhaps it was because of her strong will to survive, possibly because she found no reason that one wolf should be able to take her down. Either way, Zarya got up again, groaning her way through the pain until she stood upright. Hobbling over to the newfound river she winced at every stab of pain, each new wave. The river was cold but so delicious, and she was so thirsty. Zarya drank and drank, flooding her mind with a new kind of feeling; relief.

Out of the corner of her eye, Zarya spotted a mediocre silver fish. But Zarya had always hunted on land, and barely had any experience in the water. So every time her jaw clamped shut in the water, it came up empty. Even when she had missed only by a hair (or scale haha), she clenched nothing more than oxygen. And this went on for a long time.