Silver Creek your gonna sing the words wrong

Successful fish catch? Let's see! even number is successful, according to BWP guidelines.
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Her slender form shivered in the waters as they rushed past her – her pale fur clung to her thinning figure, and with eager eyes, Gaia watched the flowing creek with rising hope that a fish would come by – and that she wouldn’t botch up her efforts to catch it. With nature having taken the food from the prey, the lands were left barren and starved. Their fresh start had been lackluster at best, and yet given the rising turmoil between the previous Maplewood pack and the Sleeping Dragon pack, she had truly believed Saena had made a wise choice.
 
Perhaps hunger would take the dragons down, one by one.
 
Never before had the more delicate girl held such thoughts, but it was hard not to now – and before she could dwell on the hardening of her heart, she caught a glimpse of silver within the waters. A fish scale, perhaps?
 
Jutting her muzzle down to strike, Gaia’s jaws hoped to aim true and to deliver even the smallest of morsels to her pack.

Hi~ :)

It really was beautiful here. At first glance, Silver Creek had reminded her intensely of her old home, but the more she explored the more differences she found. The waterways were a different shape, a different depth... they even flowed in a different direction. And the foliage was quite unique to her: or would be once it grew back. Of course, Shreya had not been exploring simply for the sake of it, but in search of greenery and prey. She was an old wolf, better suited to lying around safely and spouting wisdom, but desperate times called for desperate measures. She did all she could to help.

But she paused in her walk now as she looked upon one of the few Silver Creek wolves she hadn't been properly introduced to. The wolf was a rather lovely-looking young thing, and damp from fishing. Shreya halted and watched her. Ah, hard luck young 'un, she said sympathetically as the fish squirmed free. The old wolf approached. Good technique, though.

She had thought she would be swift enough, that her aim would be true. Instead, the girl’s muzzle jutted down to the waters, and no sooner did it break the surface did the fish dart, gone before her jaws could grasp upon its flesh. Her ire was clear, and before she had managed to pull back and reevaluate, Gaia instead managed to snort what felt like an entire bucket of water, and it instantly drew her up, her slender form shaking with the desperate cough she released.
 
The water snorted unlady-like from her muzzle –and she almost missed the silver woman who had spoken to her. Gagging, Gaia cast her mint eyes desperately upon the older woman, recognizing her, and yet not being truly familiar with her. Her nose burned, and now her eyes stung – despondent at best, the girl sat down quickly, ignoring the fact she was still within the creek’s water. “I’m terrible at this,” she practically grumped, her ears falling flat to her skull at the beginning tale of an ex-princess’s sulk.

It wasn't that self-deprication tried her patience, it just brought out the bluntness in her — which, to be frank, was never far from the surface. (Shreya was a very frank old lady.) So when the young female refused the compliment and instead stood miserably in the Creek like a pup without a bone, Shreya sat lightly on the bank. Yes, maybe you're terrible at this, she agreed logically. Or maybe you just got unlucky.

She could understand why the girl was frustrated, with a lung full of water and a paw full of failure, but no good would come from giving up. Why don't you try again. Look, there's another fish over there, see, she nodded upstream as the silver scales caught the light.

Rolling d5 for the small hunt. Success is even number. 3

It had been awhile since another had placed any form of trust or compliment upon her. The young girl had been lavished in her old home – complimented by the eligible young men of her beauty and wonder… never once had she considered that it was only because of her future place to the pack, and how much they desired to sit at her side upon her coming of age.
 
No one ever complimented her upon her talents – and it had only been Saena who had placed such blind trust in her before now, which had instantly won the pale girl’s trust and adoration. Stealing a glance at the elderly she-wolf as she spoke, Gaia’s ears tipped back, a light frown of determination pressing to her features.
 
With silent obedience, the once pampered girl rose to her shaky limbs before slowly wading through the cold water, her eyes drifting from the woman and to the waters. She did not see the fish yet – but her form stilled, waiting for the opportune moment for it to reveal itself.
 
Finally, the flash of silver darted past her, and with what Gaia could only hope was swiftness and accuracy, her jaws darted once more in the water in an attempt to grasp the meal.

Huh. Maybe she was terrible at this. Shreya was fine with considering the possibility, though to be honest she did put it down to luck much of the time. No the locusts had not torn away the riverbed or drained away the water, but the damage done to the banks had had an impact, and consequently the waters were not as teeming as one might hope.

So, ah, the pretty thing failed again, and Shreya was hardly a master fisher — she couldn't sit here and advise. And she had a feeling that nor would it be of any use to spout reassurance or suggest that she hold her ground yet again. Instead she said something else; something that she had observed. You're shaking somewhat, she nodded towards those slender legs. Why was she shaking?

She came up, her jaws empty, and her eyes gleaming of the uncertainty and disappointment she felt. The elder commented once more about the shakes that seemed to quiver along her limbs, and as she breathed deep in to her belly to try to calm herself, the young girl sat almost dejectedly upon her rump, in the waters.
 
She made no comment on the gentle shake of her body – her nerves would not allow her to be still fully, nor would her hungry belly. Instead, her mint eyes drifted delicately to study the woman, who by now had witnessed her failure over and over again and would surely tell Saena what a waste of space she was within their ranks. “Is it.. going to be like this much longer?”

Playing it by ear and not really bothering about being tactful (Shreya was too old for that sort of nonsense), she made up her mind soon enough that she did want to help this poor bonny kid. Gaia was wrought with pessimism, and it would eat her away like a poison if she didn't have some kind of support. So while Shreya was not the cuddly type, she would be here for her anyway.

In a symbolic move, she came to sit right next to the girl, looking out over the river. Like what, pet, she asked for clarity. Food in scarce supply?

Her mind searched for a reasonable response to the gentle woman’s question – her pale eyes studying her with the desperate potential that perhaps she had found a friend and ally she could trust – the loneliness she felt now was more hollow than the empty ache of food in her belly. “Yes,” she answered, her own response having meant to be spoken with a finality and confidence, and yet only a shaky whisper was given to the wind. Dejected, hungry and heartbroken, Gaia’s muzzle tipped lower, her eyelids now fluttering shut as she heaved a sigh.

She supposed the girl had indeed been speaking of the famine, but for all she knew perhaps Gaia was speaking of her perceived failure instead. Would she ever catch a fish? When would the failures end? Two questions she expected to spring to Gaia's tongue but had not. Though still the pessimism ran free, and Shreya understood.

When the plants come back, prey will follow — but that will be a while yet, yes, she confirmed quietly. Give yourself something to look forward to, she advised, something for after the famine. Then this isn't simply a struggle: it's a journey. She went down to the river to drink, and gestured that Gaia do the same. Even if they weren't thirsty, water would ease their hunger pangs. What would you like in the future, she asked casually. A trade, a high rank, a mate, a family, a very shiny pebble?

Sardonically, the ex-princess almost said she would have liked to acquire some fishing skills – but the words died on her tongue as she studied the older women, who seemed to accept her sullen behavior thus far without much judgement. She could not relate to how this devastation was a journey – and it was certainly hard to find something to look forward to when everything seemed so bleak.
 
“A mate.. a family. Acceptance in this pack.” She was uncertain if it all could be had within Silver Creek – if Saena would even let the lowly subordinate take a mate, let alone breed, but she could also not envision herself far from Saena, after the blue-eyed woman had taken her in.

Ah, bless her. Gaia was an excellent example of a wolf who would thrive had there been no famine, no disaster. Shreya imagined her happy and hearty, perhaps a little shy, gaining friends at Silver Creek and finding her place in the pack. But while the famine was damaging that possibility, it didn't mean it was beyond reach.

A mate and family will come in time, she said with relative confidence. Gaia was a sweet-looking and healthy young female, and willing too — that was enough to set her right on the path she wanted. But opportunity, situation and permission... that would indeed come with time. As for acceptance, what you certainly have here is unity. At Silver Creek we're unified in our attempt at survival, which is working so far specifically because we've banded together. You're part of a greater whole. To me, that's a significant form of acceptance.

2 - success = even.

The words the elderly woman spoke sounded good upon paper, and yet the pale she-wolf had a hard time truly grasping the meaning. She spoke nothing for a moment, not quite feeling the same stretch of loyalty Shreya might have felt when describing the pack that had come together – Gaia stayed merely for Saena. No more, no less.
 
Perhaps that was the problem.
 
Quietly, the girl dipped her head down in acknowledgement to the woman’s words, and a finality that they could agree upon it. Her eyes once more shifted to the waters, and with renewed determination, she released a gentle sigh. “We won’t have anything if we do not survive.” With that, the girl’s jaws lunged to the waters once more, hoping she would surface with something the please the queen of the Creek.

Good time to fade out? :)

Shreya watched the girl, who wore an expression either of incomprehension or of stoicism. Perhaps some mixture of both. Certainly it seemed Gaia could not quite relate to what Shreya had said, and, for some reason, this made the younger female distant.

But then a fish was caught, and spirits rose. There it was, a big fat fish, wriggling in Gaia's jaws and shining silver in the light.