To Seek The Pale Enchanted Gold

The typical black of night was illuminated by a vibrant, high set moon that cast its cool glow over the brown, rather lifeless landscape. A singular form was seated beside the flowing stream. One obsidian paw danced over the water's surface as dual toned eyes looked beneath. As black pads created little ripples, Pitch was inviting fish up to play. The scaled creatures were curious, but hesitant. It took some time to get them comfortable enough to stay on the surface, but she was more patient than most. The midnight wolf slid more of her foreleg into the water and the fish swam around it, complacent and seemingly mesmerized. Pitch splayed her toes in the cool water, doing so slowly and languidly. Rolling her wrist, she pointed blackened pads towards herself then, at the last moment, she quickly swept her paw through the water, using the momentum to scoop one of the fish up and out of its liquid home. The silver and green fish fluttered and gasped as it flopped about on the bank. A quick bite to the back of its head ended its life.

With her prize grasped in her jaws, the woman made her way to a raised step of hardened earth. Sprawling on her stomach, Pitch proceeded to consume her moonlit meal. The woman's long, snaking tail swished back and forth slowly, but rhythmically across her outstretched hind legs. Holding the fish between front paws, she was soon filling her belly with the pearlescent meat. The woman ate her meal at a leisurely pace. In between bites she would softly hum a few bars of song, content to be the only one alive at such an hour.

"Pitch"