Swiftcurrent Creek memories

The hunt was warming up, and the two girls exchanged the role of the spectator and of the entertainer. After Falwasi had caught her second fish, the star clarified that catching fish was not a casualty in her previous pack. Well, she was awfully good at it. "So who taught you to fish?," the golden wolf asked. She was genuinely curious; all the wolves she had met that recently learned how to fish were stiff and unfamiliar with the techniques and movements.

Immediately after Star caught her kill, Falwasi set herself up to catch another. She didn't have to watch the arctic catch more fish; she had some hunting to do herself. This time the mountain wolf walked into the cold water, standing in the middle of the creek, waiting for a fish to swim nearer. The water was colder than when she first arrived, as she expected. Snow was soon upon the Wilds, the temperature dropping marginally with every passing day.

Falwasi lowered her mouth to the water, snapping her mouth towards a smaller fish in the water but missing by a few inches. Smaller fish tended to be quicker, but even so most misses were because she was rushing the kill. Lowering her mouth once more, this time slowly, she sweeped up a fish calmly. Falwasi clamped her jaws upon the floundering creature, lips tickling with the success of the kill. She tossed it out of the water and watched it as it landed near her pile of fish before returning to scour the water with her eyes in search of the next fish.