Totoka River reelingline

@Worm

perched on the smooth, cold rocks of the riverbed, meredith was fixated on the water below. the current was gentle here, just enough to send the occasional ripple over the glistening surface. beneath it, the fish darted and swayed, their silvery forms catching the muted light as they swam in mesmerizing patterns.

she didn’t move, her body still and her breathing quiet, blending into the natural rhythm of the river. the cool air brushed against her fur, the scent of wet stone and moss filling her senses. each flick of a tail beneath the water drew her gaze, her focus sharp as she studied them.

it was a moment of quiet observation, the kind she valued, though the tension in her muscles hinted that she was ready to act at any moment. for now, though, she watched, letting the river’s timeless dance hold her attention.