take it on the other side
06-03-2019, 08:53 PM
A recent downpour of torrential rain had caused the western rivers to swell beyond their banks, reshaping the landscape and leaving paths of destruction in their wake. The scarred landscape around the Rio Grande was, unsurprisingly, unlike anything that she had seen. While rivers ran through mountains and valleys, they were not nearly as large as force of nature that surged past. Silt remained suspended in the water, debris shattering as they passed through rapids, but the flooding had caused a low flowing off-shoot, separated from the deep, raging waters by a gravel bar.
In the calm waters, smaller sized fish took sanctuary, spending some time to rest before attempting to navigate through the underwater chaos of the river. Noticing this, Muses spent some time observing, basking in the sunlight as an opportune break in the clouds slowly drifted over her area. She watched them lazily, hooded gaze making her appear as if she could nod off at any moment. Aside from the rare times she had to blink, she remained motionless for what felt to her like a very long time.
Then, she stood, slowly pacing, determining the best spot to stake out. She had never fished before - hunting in pairs or larger groups was her preferred method of acquiring food - but she had seen others do it once or twice. It did not seem particularly difficult from what she could remember, but after finding the perfect place to fish from, and several failed attempts later, she was beginning to understand the effort required to catch even a fish just big enough to fit between her jaws. For all the water that soaked her thick fur, she had absolutely nothing to show for her efforts. Some of the fish even returned to the slow waters after having been scared off, finally realizing that Muses was no threat at all.
In the calm waters, smaller sized fish took sanctuary, spending some time to rest before attempting to navigate through the underwater chaos of the river. Noticing this, Muses spent some time observing, basking in the sunlight as an opportune break in the clouds slowly drifted over her area. She watched them lazily, hooded gaze making her appear as if she could nod off at any moment. Aside from the rare times she had to blink, she remained motionless for what felt to her like a very long time.
Then, she stood, slowly pacing, determining the best spot to stake out. She had never fished before - hunting in pairs or larger groups was her preferred method of acquiring food - but she had seen others do it once or twice. It did not seem particularly difficult from what she could remember, but after finding the perfect place to fish from, and several failed attempts later, she was beginning to understand the effort required to catch even a fish just big enough to fit between her jaws. For all the water that soaked her thick fur, she had absolutely nothing to show for her efforts. Some of the fish even returned to the slow waters after having been scared off, finally realizing that Muses was no threat at all.