Kintla Flatlands Gone Fishin'

Open to all, but I'd prefer someone from BDP that Koda hasn't yet met. Also, the setting is the segment of the whitefish river that runs right by the plateau.

His talk with Dante had broken him out of his little funk, and Koda decided he would spend the rest of the day doing something fun and productive instead of haunting the plateau like a lonely ghost. With the pack's recent hunting failures, the caches were starting to run dry. Koda knew some good ol' fishing would fill the emptiness in the food stores, as well as the hole in his heart.

As he reached the river, he remembered the fishing spot he'd found with Peregrine and decided to head there first. It wasn't too far out of the way for him, and more importantly he'd had great luck in that spot. Koda was a little superstitious when it came to luck in fishing.

The midday sun warmed his back as he walked, but Koda could still feel a crisp chill in the air. Soon, snow would blanket the lands and the river would freeze over. Fishing would be out until the ice thawed next spring. Koda'd always had mixed feelings about the winter season. He loved to play in the snow and slide around on the ice, but he missed going fishing. This would probably be one of the last opportunities he'd have, and he planned to make the most of it.

He reached the spot and dipped a toe in to test the shallow water. It was cold, but not unbearable. A white flash caught his eye as a fish, startled by his approach, darted behind a rock to hide. Where there was one, there was bound to be others. Koda suddenly found himself wishing he'd brought some company along to share in the fun. He wasn't too far from the plateau, maybe one of his packmates would be willing to kill some time with him. Lifting his muzzle, he sent up a long howl, inviting anyone in earshot to come join him.