Firefly Ravine Black, white, and brown.

With a quick movement, he flung his face toward the water, mouth open. He emerged with a bright red fish, which caused Pepper’s head to move as it flopped frantically between his teeth. 

Fishing was so much easier than hunting. He should do this more. 

He turned, carefully placing his paws on the slippery rocks, then waded out of the water. His fur dripped furiously. He set the salmon down in front of Phobos, then shook out his fur and sat. The fish writhed, seeming to gasp as its gills flared and retracted. 

”Mushrooms and berries ain’t gone cut it. You need food.”