Gone fishin' (as if she'd bait a hook)
Modesty
Raid Queen
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Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
317
NachoMumma
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For a place that could have been considered 'close to home', Modesty had never paid the river much mind. Now though, as she was looking which way to move next, she paused to consider the deep and fast flowing water. The fish seemed to be abundant, but were fish really a reason to move when they had islands surrounded by them? There was an orchard on the near bank, and she conceded that perhaps they could put the fruit to use for some sort of brewing venture, but would there be a market? It would also make good forage for pigs, if she could talk Jael into trying something new after the chicken disaster. She sighed, wondering why she bothered coming this far out in the first place. It would mean giving up one of their islands, and with the leaders so divided in their preference she doubted moving this far from the shore would be a consideration anyway.
“Speech.”
![](https://i.ibb.co/8PFC9Py/sigil-not-fuzz.png)
![](https://i.ibb.co/BBnW40f/FatMod.png)
It was then he glanced up, noticing a black and purple shape on the other side of the river, pretty, if he'd cared to notice.
![[Image: PzMsxDx.png]](https://i.imgur.com/PzMsxDx.png)
Modesty
Raid Queen
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
317
NachoMumma
![Wordy](/images/awards/general/Wordy.png)
![1K](/images/awards/general/1k.png)
![Raider](/images/awards/fighting/Raider.png)
![Dream Weaver](/images/awards/general/DreamWeaver.png)
![Teacher](/images/awards/general/Teacher.png)
![Student](/images/awards/general/Student.png)
![Double Master](/images/awards/general/DoubleMaster.png)
![Samhain 2022](/images/awards/events/Samhain.png)
![Statue 5 Worship](/images/awards/events/Statue5.png)
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![](https://i.ibb.co/ngDmcbT/BLEH.png)
Movement on the opposite bank catches her eye and she scans it before her gaze falls on a distinctive blue and red marked man. She wonders if he is related to any of the other space marked wolves she has encountered (but never quite made the connection between). Her expression is disinterested, her tail not twitching in greeting nor her lips parting to yell out a greeting over the din of rushing water. No matter, he is across a raging river and thus, beyond worrying about. If he had ill intentions she could be long gone before he made the crossing. And it didn't look like those wings would lend themselves to swimming through currents that strong if he did try.
Her attention turns back to the eroded banks, the crowding river birch trees, lush bunches of watercress where the current seemed to be less extreme (little pockets sheltered where their banks had fallen away to raise the riverbed). There were rushes and alders, poplars, and sycamores. Their roots helping to stabilize the soil where they reached, though some stretched exposed into the open air, before diving down into the raging waters below. She imagined they would serve well as nurseries for all the little fish, trying to eke out a living long enough to become big fishes.
Modesty followed the bank towards the east, where the sweet scent of decaying fruit indicated the orchard she had been considering as good forage. It seemed worth further investigation, and perhaps the river narrowed enough somewhere that crossing might be an option. If this place was on the list of potential territories, that would be worth knowing.
“Speech.”
![](https://i.ibb.co/8PFC9Py/sigil-not-fuzz.png)
![](https://i.ibb.co/BBnW40f/FatMod.png)
Bushes and shrubbery filled up most of the free space a few paces from the riverside, but there was the occasional tree that had rooted itself into the slanting earth. Spindly branches reached over the water channel, could probably support the weight of a bird or a lemur but anything heavier would cause the wood to bow and bend, maybe even snap if put under enough pressure.
![[Image: PzMsxDx.png]](https://i.imgur.com/PzMsxDx.png)
Modesty
Raid Queen
Master Navigator (306)
Master Intellectual (260)
Fleet-footed
Professor
5 Years
Female
317
NachoMumma
![Wordy](/images/awards/general/Wordy.png)
![1K](/images/awards/general/1k.png)
![Raider](/images/awards/fighting/Raider.png)
![Dream Weaver](/images/awards/general/DreamWeaver.png)
![Teacher](/images/awards/general/Teacher.png)
![Student](/images/awards/general/Student.png)
![Double Master](/images/awards/general/DoubleMaster.png)
![Samhain 2022](/images/awards/events/Samhain.png)
![Statue 5 Worship](/images/awards/events/Statue5.png)
![The Ooze Participant](/images/awards/events/TheOoze.gif)
![](https://i.ibb.co/ngDmcbT/BLEH.png)
The sound of water still ringing in her ears, a sidelong glance to see the wolf on the other side of the river was still content to do his own thing, she turned her attention to what had once been an orderly orchard. Apples, pears and peaches stood in what would have once been lines, the area beneath them now a tangle of wild melon vines, laden with fruit in various stages of decay. One or two looked to be fresh enough to eat, but the rest were well on their way to producing next years vines. Her brain was ticking over, weighing up the pros and cons. Between the ample forage, fruit they could turn into liquor with some practice and ready access to fresh water, there wasn't a lot against the river. It was just the vast expanse between the islands and here that would prove to make it difficult. She would contemplate it further on her journey home. At the end of the day, was it worth a move?
“Speech.”
![](https://i.ibb.co/8PFC9Py/sigil-not-fuzz.png)
![](https://i.ibb.co/BBnW40f/FatMod.png)
He moved on, brief spitted drops of water landed upon his pelt. It was warm down south, the air a little too humid for his liking, he imagined the rain water would be warm too. Probably didn't snow much in these parts, if at all, maybe once or twice a generation.
![[Image: PzMsxDx.png]](https://i.imgur.com/PzMsxDx.png)
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