Whitefish River samakat bayda'

she has lost the young oceane. up and left early morning without a goodbye to the old soul. gracious is not sure what she could have done to upset the girl, but decides to not dwell. young adults find ways to explore the land, no matter anyways. gracious would find her own way around teekon until she possibly reconnects with the girl, should the universe allow her.

until then, gracious has ventured to places new, though settles for a place to find herself a meal. due to her tall stature, gracious can wade into the deeper parts of the stream and still only have half of her belly soaked with water. she is careful with her steps until she settles into a flattened bed of the stream, where the mud squishes slightly beneath her weight.

she is steady now. grey eyes watch the fish who no longer scatter away from her paws. she focuses, muzzle slowly edging towards the surface of the water to dive. she has yet to take notice that she has company with her that isn't wolf-like. hopefully, they let her catch something, perhaps she would even share if not given a reason to be bad-tempered.