Whitefish River had enough so-so for the rest of my life
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Ooc — Leah
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TL;DR: Fish and stuff. AW!

Weeks of hard travel had worn the pair down, both physically and mentally. Their pads were raw, and their bones aching from little rest. The fear of being found by their families drove them to almost a dead run day in and day out for the first week, with little rest in-between until they'd put a sizable distance between the Basin and themselves. He wasn't used to the demands the journey put on his body, but he managed to keep his mouth shut; he hadn't complained once. Not for lack of wanting to, but Carolina seemed so determined that he felt it wouldn't be appropriate to make her feel bad for setting the bar so high.

Rainier gingerly picked his way through the woodland, following Carolina as she led them towards the sound of water. She broke out into a trot and disappeared around a bend in the path without a word. He sighed, ears swiveling back as he followed at the same plodding speed. He descended a worn path, and pushed past a tangle of brush only to emerge onto a rocky bank. The river beyond was at a wide point of its stretch; the surface glassy, and the current lazy.

A smile rose to his lips as he observed the scene. Standing chest deep in the shallows was Carolina, and circling just out of reach were the inky silhouettes of fish. Large ones at that. The focused look on her face, and the ridged set of her body quelled the urge to call out, and he instead contented himself with observing in appreciative silence. His hackles raised when, like a bird, she shot out and snatched a fish right out of the water with lightning fast speed. It flopped around as she carried it back to shore, ceasing only when she bit down with an audible crunch of bone.

Tail up and wagging, he bounded over to meet her as she slogged through the water and onto the rocks. She dropped the catch and shook the water from her fur. Rainier hummed a note of pleasure when she bumped her nose into the curve of his ear with an affectionate chuff. The wordless interactions were much more frequent nowadays; before they... well, he, had filled the air with noise, but now it was simple, and Rainier wasn't sure if it was an improvement. When she pulled away, she turned and trotted into the woods, leaving him with his lunch.

He watched her go with one ear cocked back, but quickly remember his hunger and turned his attention to the fish. He placed one paw on the head to steady it and began using his teeth to cut into the soft flesh, tearing off chunks only to wolf them down.
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Ooc — Steph
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It had been so very long since she had any true interaction with anyone. There were instances of seeing others, of understanding where she was, but the young bird hadn't the slightest idea of her current whereabouts, only that where she was now was exceptionally different from the place she had begun. Bluebird had been moving in circles, but in time she follows the tracks of a wolf who had not borrowed hiding them; she is anxious, as she does so, knowing well the horrors of approaching one that did not desire company.

And so as she arrives, breaking through the thinning line of trees, she spots a wolf across the way. Lobes melt atop her skull as she surveys him from afar, before deciding she had better not interrupt, better not even say a word. His eating reminds her that she needs to eat, and she lifts her wedgelike muzzle to inhale the crisp air while her eyes simultaneously search the sky for a sign of ravens circling carrion, an easy meal. She turns from the stranger, having not truly observed him (rude, rude!), hoping that perhaps he does not even note her presence.