Lost Creek Hollow Food Glorious Food

Sounds good. (:

 

Ilya gladly accepted the fishing trip to the falls, and the pair set off. The cache was somewhat far from where they were going and where they were, so Andalusia buried it not too far from an open clearing. The black fae assured her that she could remember the clearing, as it wasn't too far from her den and she would bring it to the cache before nightfall.

The two females walked along towards the falls, and Ilya as itching with excitement at a new feminine companion. She'd spent a decent amount of time with a friendly loner, but she enjoyed having the company of another fae inside the pack. Ilya told Andalusia mostly about her travels, as she was still one of the newest wolves and hadn't much else to talk about. She mostly shared stories of encounters with predators, keeping her birthplace and first pack secreted. 

With the light conversation, Ilya felt that the walk to the falls didn't take much time at all; perhaps it didn't but. Andalusia was leading the way and it wasn't like Ilya really knew where they were going anyway. When they arrived, Ilya wagged her tail and looked around in awe. "Beautiful," she commented before glancing to her fishing partner to start. She'd never fished for salmon, she wasn't quite sure if there was a different technique she needed to use. Either way, the black fae figured she would catch on rather quickly.