Whitefish River You'd be surprised at the lies

@Grezig

On the banks of the river, she managed to glean a morsel of the water's bounty - enough to fill her belly but not enough to satiate the femme. 

Broad paws left a path in the mud, for the woman was not attempting to hide her passage through these lands. The mud squeezed between her toes, leaving her dove grey limbs spattered with soil up to the ankle as she travelled. Dirt didn't seem to bother the Titan, for her coat was disheveled and wild - tangled with debris that even the River had been unable to wash away fully. 

The bitch caught a promising scent off the wind - that of deer nearby - and turned to investigate it. She followed the trail to the herd, watching from her concealed spot within the grass as the deer milled about, grazing on the golden grasses.