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

Nothing had swum by recently, nothing big enough to call a breakfast anyway. Every once in a while a small fish would pass by but it was always seemed to be small or too fast and she knew she wouldn't catch it. Watching them longingly as they simply flew through the stream, unbothered. A quiet call drifts over the air, one that Kora finds familiar but cannot place. The simple moment of confusion passes swiftly as Kora looks up to find none other than the leader of Whitebark.

Smiling now, the woman dips her head in acknowledgment before glancing at the water and seeing a fish; this time though, it was what she had been looking for. Kora held up her bad paw, both to prepare and send a message of patience to her friend. When it comes close Kora sticks her mangled paw in the water and uses it much like a ladle to get underneath the fish and throw it into the air.

Shoving her muzzle forward the lady manages to catch the fish mid-air in one fluid motion, a move not so common as it usually takes a couple tries each fish. Making sure the fish has drawn its final breath Kora sets it down beside her and calls back to Dawn. "You sure did come at the right time!" Out of her muzzle seeps a laugh as she runs her gaze over her companion. The sight of her seems off somehow but Kora shakes it off, maybe it's just because she had recently awoken.