Big Salmon Lake A walk in the skies

Oh, yes, Crowfeather's answer was quick and pleasant. 

I have fished in rivers, lakes, even the ocean. The Starsea was surrounded by water and forests. We feasted on fish for every pup made into a warrior. Even when I was made- the smile faded from his narrow snout. The seer's eyes glossed over slightly and his frame stiffened. It was an abrupt stop, the dark wolf did not go on to say more. 

The ceremony for his role as the oracle had been a beautiful one. The healers and warriors had prepared a scene unlike any other. They feasted for days and told tales of their great stars that had passed on. The moon and star blessing had proven his power and when Crowfeather had slept beside the moonstone for the first time, he had dreamed of a fire that had taken everything. 

Here, I'll get some for us.

Light paws moved him into a more advantageous position and his sharp snout broke the water quickly before he withdrew. A wriggling fish was clasped in his teeth, face soaked. Crowfeather looked to Germanicus and wobbled from the strength of his tail swinging at his rump.