Whitefish River A Driving Hunger

A river thunders next to her as Rain trots along it's edge, gazing into it's depths. If it didn't seem so risky, I'd fancy myself a swim. Snorting at the rushing waters, she stops to lap up the dancing river.

Her stomach growls suddenly, adding to the sounds of the river with its grumbles. Fish dart around in a spot not too far in front of her, fighting the rivers wrath. She wishes the fish were closer, she would have loved to gobble them up. Though, she wasn't much of a fisher, they would probably get away if she tried catching one.

Turning to the woods, she trots off in search of a meal.