Big Salmon Lake Fog

-Impatiently makes a trade thread because I can-

Another day came and went, and there was still no sign of her beloved. The clouds had cleared partly, allowing beams of sunlight to peek through their once-solid barrier between land and sky. She was still searching, would forever be searching until he was by her side again, but the Wilding was a survivalist; even through her distress, she could not ignore her basal needs. Besides, she reasoned, keeping her belly full and resting when needed allowed her to remain efficient in her quest — even if sleep largely escaped her.

Just one pack, even a lone wolf was enough to unnerve her. Yet here she was, surrounded by a multitude of packs in every conceivable direction. Being in what to her was a highly vulnerable position left the estranged creature on high alert, and she kept her eyes and ears on swivel. Her presence here would be fleeting, as she was only passing through to look for any signs of her Beast. But she was drawn to the little lake, as it was the only source of water not in the immediate vicinity of a pack.

Approaching the water's edge, she peered at her own reflection, disturbed by the forlorn soul that stared back. The Wilding loathed to see just how undone she was becoming, so she sipped at the mirror's surface to distort the image before wading into the water. In her element, she moved with the grace of a heron, emerald eyes hardening as they focused on the darting figures below the surface. She tended to become so engrossed in the art of fishing that the world around her faded into a fog, even now as she occupied such an uncomfortably high-traffic area. There was nothing else in the world; no packs, no loneliness, not even Beast, only the huntress, her prey, and the water that contained them.