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It was very first venture outside of the East. Fable had breathlessly began her mini-expedition just this morning, the winter sun sparkling bright overhead. It was one of those perfect winter days where the wind was brisk and nippy but if you stood in just the right angle of sunlight, your back was still deliciously warm. She'd had plenty of time this past year to think about which days of winter she liked best. Part of her had never believed they'd see warmth again, but sure enough, the fall had finally been tepid - just for them to slip back again into winter's grasp. Maybe she'd venture truly south. She'd heard there was another land mass further away with more temperate weather. Tropical, warm waters... fish aplenty. Mmmm. Slurping back the drool that was beginning to pool in her mouth, she trotted along the edge of the Rio Grande and waited for a good spot to set up and fish to reveal itself.

"Oh!" she called ahead as she spied a piebald female watching the gloomy waters with a hunter's intent. "Are you fishing as well?" Fable grinned, her tail swishing behind her. A new adventure! A new friend! And fish.