Big Salmon Lake don't go, jason waterfalls

He needed to pay a visit to his daughters soon. After all, standing here, he was more than halfway there—why not just close the gap? 

Every excuse rang hollow: Amalia was pregnant (not far along enough to worry too much), Treepie was probably still upset with him (but perhaps she always would be?), he had a pack to run (and with what recruits?).

He ought to just go. And yet, he was here, watching the fish teeming in the shallows.

Killdeer was mesmerized by their movement, head tilted slightly. If he couldn't summon the gumption to go to Moonspear, then at least he could catch a meal or two to take back to the caldera.

He wasn't great at fishing. Teya, his father's last wife, had given him a lesson, once. Killer closed his eyes, attempting to summon her wisdom, and found a deep peace upon the lakeshore—the gentle sounds of birds singing and water rippling. 

A small smile touched his muzzle as he prepared to make his first move.