one step of a million

She heard from some passing by that the Firefly Lake was a breathtaking sight. However, since it was not autumn - nor summer - the little specks were nowhere to be found. They were all sleeping - hibernating probably if they hadn't been killed by the frost. Wren approached the almost frozen lake, a silent 'hmm' in her mind. She loved to fish. It was perhaps her favorite thing to do other than friendly spars.

So when she had the opportunity to ice fish... Well, it was better than a hungry belly. Wren inspected the frozen sheet of ice before testing it. Her weight, even a slight paw step, caused it to break apart. She began to paw at the ice feverishly, making it clear a pool before she settled down. Making sure her shadow was hiding from the fish, she watched with bated breath as a fish darted toward her. She lashed out almost instantly, not so much hooking a fish but...

More like slapping it out of the water with a scoop of a paw. The prey landed with a heavy thud on the snow, flopping and flapping around. She dove at it, ending its life with a swift bite to its gills. Wren licked the smelly oil and blood from her lips and sat down. Dragging the fish toward her, she began to eat.