Whitebark Stream vallum

after his admission into whitebark, germanicus set off immediately to fulfill his aims. he traced the bank of the curved stream with interest, observing the various rapid places and the pools of calmer water. the legionnaire was no fisherman; he settled himself grimly to the task, understanding that the rushing currents housed an easier task than hunting upon land.

it was some time until he jerked a thrashing fish into the silt; the taste of dirt was in his mouth before the cursed thing had been dispatched. disgusted, germanicus carried it off, padding away from the stream into the stands of aspen springing from new greensward.