Whitebark Stream If you ain't six feet underground, you're living it up on top

Deciding to make herself useful Kora had awoken the same as always, early. This time though, she planned to find ways to benefit the pack. She started with a morning circle of the territory, quick and short but still precise. Upon finding it was a little ways since the crack of dawn Kora decided the stream would be warm enough for a nice fishing trip. Making her way toward the water the lady smiled; she was helping.

The cold water was shielded by a layer of ice, of which a simple slam of her paw could break (and did). Though after the impact her paw throbbed painfully with the intent of making her life even more difficult. Kora simply shrugged off the suffering before sitting patiently, scanning the water for any unexpecting fish to swim by. Or more accurately, her breakfast. Though if somebody stopped by, Kora was more than willing to catch them a couple of fish too.