★ Something Awry at Firefly Lake [Hunting Event]

It was only after a moment that Muses noticed that the white furred wolf was careful to avoid the fish that had washed up on shore. After some hesitation, she took a step back as well, leery of the prey that had been so graciously served up on the shore. One more arrived just then, drawing from the young wolf a curious stare. She wondered how one might be able to tell if a fish was sick, much less diagnose their condition. From both their appearance and smell, they were fresh, though even now, flies were beginning to circle the bodies. It was not unusual to scavenge a meal. Her first winter had been difficult, and many days passed where their only hope was to run into something else that had succumb to the extreme temperatures or unfortunate circumstances first.

Before she could suggest investigating the situation any further, a heron confidently strode out from the cattails, scooping up a fish for itself before taking flight, climbing the thermals with each powerful stroke of its wings. Muses shied away from the creature with impossibly blue plumage, but could not help but watch in awe, taken by its majestic display. Yet another part of her mind wandered, circling back to the question of how she would get food in her belly. As the heron continued to rise, an idea came to her. "There are other animals eating this fish. Why don't we have a look around the reeds? If the fish are poisonous, then those who have consumed them will not have gone far." Hunting, Muses found, was mostly a matter of problem solving. If they wanted to fill their bellies, they would have to work together.