Fish Fry
08-25-2020, 06:24 PM
Wyndelin had heard from another loner that the rivers were starting to fill with salmon now that spring was here. Eager to give fishing a try he started tracking north at the first river he ran into. Supposedly this one led to a lake? Or went near a big lake? He wasn't sure but there was only one way to find out. As he got further along he spied a familiar form. "Hey Halla, what are you doing?" He spied the blood still lingering on her muzzle. At least he thought he did. Sometimes it was hard to tell what was blood and what was her natural coat color. He settled down near the river, taking a peek and examining the salmon that were taking the leap up a small waterfall caused by some debris damming the river. "Talk" |