Big Salmon Lake And I Ran

Meeka's ears perked up as a voice addressed her from behind. Startled, she whirled around and found herself face to face with another wolf. She retreated a few steps, until she put a comfortable buffer zone between them. The stranger didn't appear threatening, but her run-in with the Blackfeather wolves had taught her to be wary of wolves.

"I wasn't trying to catch anything," she informed the stranger. She hadn't had much success hunting on dry land, and she wasn't exactly brushed up on her fishing skills either. At least she was a competent scavenger, but living off scraps wasn't exactly living well. "Even if I tried, I probably couldn't," she added with a defeated sigh.