Whitebark Stream michelle, ma belle

backdated a few days, for @Lainie!

There was a small bend in the stream that wasn't locked in winter's icy jaws, due to its fast-moving nature, and Lily sought this out today, hoping to try her hand--er, paw--at some fishing.

Back home, there had been a big lake, and in the spring and summer, when they had trouble bringing down any big game, her family had happily feasted on the trout within. Lily herself wasn't the most skilled fisher, but she remembered everything her mother, who was originally from the coast, had taught her. Be still and patient!

The slim dark-pelted girl sat on the edge of the water now, looking down into the water with expectant eyes. She was disappointed so far, for no sleek bodies or beady eyes had appeared in its depths, but she hoped that, with time, one would emerge. Hopefully more.

It was a nice day, if a bit cold, and though she enjoyed the company of her new packmates, it was nice to have some alone time. Solitude with her own thoughts, to mull over everything she had experienced over the past moon--god, had it been that long already?