Moonspear raised high, brought low

All of her afternoon's hunts had failed so far and she craved something fresh. This, along with the rising temperatures (and humidity) began to steer her a path towards the nearest creek. She felt sluggish, hot, and cranky, meanwhile hoping a good long drink would help quell at least a bit of the hunger raking at her belly.

When she reached the waters, she submerged her paws immediately and drank deep. After resurfacing with a long sigh, she splashed her underbelly then neck, but still didn't feel notably satisfied or cooled off much. Instead, a vaguely concerning realization followed in which she felt almost feverish -- but at least this time it wasn't quite nauseousness yet. Hunger was outvoting that, it seemed. On this, she attempted not to dwell.

Feeling so sapped of energy did nothing to improve her mood, either. She gave a frustrated huff and lowered her rump to the earth at the shaded edge of the water -- where she could keep her paws beneath the coolly running water still. Halfheartedly, she looked for fish, knowing that small minnows were likely her best bet here in this small waterway, but that was no meal. If she was lucky, she'd find a frog.. and time passed to still yield nothing. But, she didn't feel compelled enough to move yet.