Water Days

“Firefly Festival, eh?” she mused aloud, eyeing the groups of wolves and non-wolves present. She was bored and headed over when she’d heard about it; it was a pretty easy journey for her – with only a few rests needed, and she was refreshed when she arrived. It seemed she arrived before a lot of others, which was rather… disappointing. It did mean more time in the waters, though; she could get started now for that fishing derby. With her claws, she certainly hoped to come out on top.

With a sigh, she scanned the area for a good area; it wasn’t a salmon run, or anything similar to that in and of itself meant it was going to be much harder… but she could still do some of the basics that she witnessed from bears and the like, with their massive claws. Or so she hoped. She hadn’t really tried it out.

She waded into the water and sat down, suppressing a shiver for the chilly ocean waters. They felt good, but it was still quite the adjustment at first. A paw raised, she waited and waited. She just needed the fish to swim by and – there! Lyra’s paw slammed into the water, claws out and ready to snag the fish that dared swim near her.

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