The Heartwood Edge control

This time her hunt had brought her farther.  The river was massing with fish, and though some had gone towards the lake closer to Sunspire, she had backtracked along the water's edge while looking for a better place to hunt them and had ended up following the greater mass of them towards a different lake (still quite a ways ahead) that she was vaguely familiar with from when the days were short and the world was locked in ice and snow.  The charred forest she was in looked not quite as bleak as it had back in those days -- there were some plants, but obviously no trees could have grown in the matter of months between visits.  This was definitely going to be a trip that would take her long to return from, just based on the distance covered.  But hell, at least she'd be very well fed, wouldn't she?  A little bit extra walking for much easier fishing.

Treason had found a spot she was happy to try to fish from, a nice rock that was enough out of the water that she didn't have to be eternally soaked as she watched for the best opportunity -- she was still damp from a few previous attempts, though.  She was doing a pretty good impression of a small and oddly-colored bear, finally splashing into the water and coming up with a large fish flopping in her maw.  Treason sloshed her way back through the shallows to shore, settling down to devour her catch.