Meadowlark Prairie countess

A cache.

Maybe it was just now hitting her that this would be a proper pack, with a proper cache. She wanted to jump up and shout with joy. No more insecurities about food, no more guessing games on if she would be able to eat a meal or die trying to grab one.

Nephele sped up, little legs speeding along to run beside Maggie, ears swiveling to try and pinpoint the sound of water.

You can fish? She sounded amazed, her eyes wide as she loped along.

Ive never been able to figure it out!