Whitefish River that's a lot of fish

Summer was truly entering its prime. Finally.

Although she fancied the cold and dreaded the heat, there was no denying just how plentiful the warmth could be. The days had only grown longer and the temperatures, harsher. But with such strong weather came fresh berries, plump prey, and new life. It was a tolerable trade. Whether or not it was fair depended on who you asked, but Lenina was quite content with how the seasons had progressed thus far.

Footsteps were mere taps across the ground, strides long as she carried herself towards the nearby river. Her dry throat longed for a sip of water, eyes latched onto the view ahead as if narrowing in on a meal. Thankfully she had arrived within minutes, dipping her head without hesitation and quenching her thirst.

Searching for fish among the rippling waves was not a priority. But perhaps a quick snack to accompany her drink was also an option if the opportunity presented itself. Regardless, she was satisfied for now, tongue catching any droplets falling from her chin as she looked on with a sigh.

Although Lenina had rarely felt loneliness, she could sense it creeping up after months alone during her journey back to Teekons.