Lucky Catch

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The gentle warmth of spring, having fully pushed back the chill of winter in favor of calm showers and plenty of growth, had given that morning a sense of serenity and peace that combined with the sun's soothing rays had lulled the russet and black she-wolf into a doze, sending her off to take an early morning nap. It was quiet there beside the red barn, her back to the structure where she lay while the sun continued to drift lazily across its path through the sky and continually shine down upon her in her cleared place of rest. For an hour or so she was lost in slumber, and it was nearing on noon when she finally stirred. Naps were such wonderful things, and she was grateful their little band was small enough and strong enough that she could get away with them occasionally.

But, as she often reminded herself, there was always plenty to do for the pack. And somewhat priding herself on her hunting skills, despite the fact they could have used some work, she did what she could to help in that way. With a wide yawn, the wolf picked herself up off the warm ground, shook her thinning coat of anything that may have wheedled its way between the bits of fur while she napped, and stretched languidly in place. Only when she felt her muscles had fully woken up did she set off, padding forward at a brisk trot into the nearby woods and through them, her destination being her most favored of places inside the whole of Seracia.

The twinkling surface of the lake rippled in little tiny waves as she stepped out of the treeline, as if greeting their friend and fellow resident of the territory. Tahlia smiled when she saw it, grateful at last to have such fine weather as this so that she could be allowed within it and not risk her health like she otherwise might have during winter. A swim today perhaps then, but after an attempt at fishing. No sense scaring off the fish before she tried to catch one.

Her pace slowed as she neared the edge of the water, an ear perking as out within the deeper middle section of the lake a fish leaped upward, scales flashing, before disappearing back below the surface. A good sign, she thought; there were fish to be caught here. Stopping there upon the shoreline, the she-wolf's deep golden eyes flickered across the shallow surface, peering within as well as she could despite the heavy noon lighting, and then carefully, slowly, began to walk into the waters. Each step was made with deliberate calculation, every gesture made with enough patience not to startle completely the scaly residents of the water. Once she stood there within the shallows, water lapping at her undersides, Tahlia stopped and peered downward, relaxing her body as she settled in to the time consuming part of her task: waiting for a fish to be bold enough to swim by.