Mudminnow River where alph, the sacred river ran

Another day, another bit of adventure where she was taking the time to see what resources were around their new territory.  Thinking of her fishing escapade earlier in the year, Treason tracked the course of the creek up towards where it broadened into something more impressive.  Something where larger fish might hide and deer might stop rather than swim.  The farther she went, the less easy of a fishing spot it seemed to be.  Water visibility dropped considerably.

Ah well.  She cut a corner of the river, skipping part of a curve so that she wouldn't have to walk as far, hoping that maybe there the water would be clear.   As soon as she cleared the riverside foliage, she spotted a drenched woman in the water.  Seemed like she was fishing, so Treason stopped and watched and waited, curious to see if she'd manage to grab something.