Big Salmon Lake And through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing

Migrating northward through the Great Bear Wilderness, there was something of a fantasy land Zsuzsa never heard of before that contained a “beach” and an “ocean”. She learned these land characteristics from a pack member befriended in the Haunted Wood. Aside from igniting a sense of wanderlust to discover such lands coming from a Mackenzie wolf that had been largely landlocked her entire life, her most pressing matter at the moment was finding substantial prey along the way. Unsuccessful in tracking pronghorn in the southern lands, she came further to a lake with a notable source of water. A perfect haven for a broad selection of prey.
 
Zsuzsa heard honks of geese in the distance as she skulked through the surrounding area, keeping her head and neck low but ears pressed forward attentively. Weaving through some cattails before coming upon bulrushes, her maneuvering through caught some hidden birds by surprise. This didn’t seem to alarm the geese, which were continuously busy cackling in honks amongst themselves. Geese were more of the heartier variety of fowl aside from the smaller and often more difficult avians to hunt. Today would be a good day for a sizable meal.
 
Not too far from her distance was another wolf concealed amongst the brush that caught her silver eye. From what she surveyed he was as earthy hued as his surroundings, able built and young. His own focus was at interest with the flock by the lakeshore. Glancing back at the flock there was one, in particular, Zsuzsa had her eye on. The male had the better advantage of camouflage of the two, so she kept low. ”The one on the left may have an injured wing.” Her voice flitted, enough where she could be heard in earshot. The geese were still too loud in their gossip to notice. The bottom-heavy goose she referred to kept flexing a wing uncomfortably, some feathers haphazardly protruding from its limb. It could be an advantage at this moment.