Whitebark Stream i don't know where i'm going but i just keep moving on

@Gjalla

it has not been long since her arrival. she is unsure, hesitant-- so when blackfell suggests she go fishing, she does so without waiting for him. perhaps if she brings back enough, he will be impressed.

she sits by the river, crouched, blue eyes owl-wide. she is a good tracker, a decent hunter. but a fisher...? she has never even tried before now. as she swats clumsily at the water, soaking her forelimbs, she is suddenly grateful that blackfell is not there to see her fail. time and time again she misses her mark, frustration growing in the form of a sulking scowl.

she snaps at the water with her jaws, sputtering and coughing when it backfires in the form of icy river water up both nostrils. ew.