Swiftcurrent Creek disappointed people clinging onto bottles

for @Eshe <3333 dated tentatively for early july!

The Gamma found herself trying her luck at a hunt on this day. Standing along the creek's edge was a heron, and though it minded its own business and did not deserve to have its life taken, the pack needed food. Several young children who grew fast, several new faces; the Creek was ever larger now. And Wren was many things, but a slacker was not one of them.
Leaning over a basalt slab downwind from the riverbird with two heavy forepaws placed on the edge, she watches with a keen eye. Tail of ash sways in a high flag, muscles tensed as the water rushes beneath her.
She had one shot at this.
Alright, Wren, don't fuck this up, she mumbles to no one but herself, and edging closer, she waits for the opportune moment to strike.