its a wrap!

Her heat made the festival a shade too overwhelming. That run-in with the strange, svelte Ashen male still had her heart racing. There were two females fishing alone, and that scene seemed to suit her much better. Rags ambled over to their spot and settled in, waiting to be addressed by either one. Fishing was the priority here. Focusing on the quiet waves heading towards shore, Rags tried to find a fish flitting within the depths. No such luck yet.

Was it possible the swarm of wolves headed to the island had fished the shallows dry? She hoped not - there was still a quota to be met. Concentrating harder, she snapped her jaws in the water.

Attempt #8