Silver Creek holding your vast power

want a free fish ( or two )?? you've come to the right place! i'm going to use this towards ailill's hunter trade! c:

with spring right around the corner the snow and ice has begun to melt as the world around warms. the air is still chilly but there is a fog that ailill is beginning to think may be permanent that has settled eerily over the wilds for the past how-many days. maybe the teekon wilds had a fog season in lieu of spring. there a tremor of excitement laced with anticipation along the blackthorn's spine as he makes his way towards the bank of the creek. soon the bass will begin to spawn and the river will turn black with their writhing bodies. there are plenty of them here now, gorging themselves on food in preparation of their spawning season when they will fast.

ailill's gaze follows one, utterly ignorant of his looming presence, as it swims nearer. his muscles tense and he pounces on it, trapping it's strong, writhing body beneath the weight of his paws, cold water splashing around him graciously as the beast and his would-be dinner grapple.