Whitefish River Out of the dark

She would try one more time, she decided. Her paw was already soaked and she wasn't much in the mood for getting wet any further. She contemplated her options...which method of approach would serve her best. She huffed through her nose, eyeing the center of the river. There was no way she was going to swim all the way out there and try her luck. Who knew how deep the water was? The current could be stronger than it appeared. She wasn't being swept away this afternoon.

The scent of freshly caught meat, not fish, wafted to her nose. She could smell the rabbit before the small she wolf emerged, coming to drink a ways off. Tzila's stomach clenched softly, saliva building in her mouth. Her eyes darted over to the female in a single, unconcerned glance. She said nothing and turned back to skim along the edge of the river, keeping watch for any signs of easy to reach fish. But the shadow keeper was deceptive. The gears and cogs in her head had already begun to turn.