Fish a little, fish for me

Ara was competitive, and lately there had been a lot of kills brought into the packs stores. Seeing it gave her an itch to do better, hunt more, and be responsible for bringing in a large chunk of the food that would sustain the pack through the winter.

Pacing to the border, she looked out at the rogue lands and considered her options. She had had some luck with deer lately, but what about something different? They were a beach side pack. She could bring in a boat load of fish, if she tried.

Grinning at the sudden idea, she raised her head and let out a soft howl, an open invitation for another pack member to help her with some hunting.


"Naráca Mendacium"