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

her hackles raise defensively, lip curling as a stranger approaches her from behind. just as quickly, however, her fur lays flat, for the one approaching her has not an air of ill intent about her. quite the contrary. she seems to be stifling her own amusement.

"no, i have never fished. where i come from the water is home only to small minnows. too fast to catch and not worth a meal." she steps back with dripping maw and stinging nose, inquisitive in spite of her failure.

"the fish here are larger. i thought they might be easier...but it seems they are just as quick." she sits away from the shore, her eyes on the stranger. she smells familiar, although ishmira is sure they have not met before. blackfell's scent clings to her skin. if they are friends, perhaps this woman is worth trusting.

"will you teach me? ..please?"