Red Fish, Blue Fish

Unbreakable Survivor

Paws carried the girl once again towards unfamiliar land. It had only been a day since the young girl had been tentatively welcomed into Ashen by the shadow-clad Empress. The interaction between them hadn’t been the most pleasant, yet the girl understood why. It was a shaky welcome at best, and the woman had assigned her the rank of Peasant, whatever that meant. Ciannait didn’t understand ranking systems, didn’t even know why wolves had to be ranked in the first place. Though the striped yearling supposed it was to keep some form of order with a group of wolves.

The only rank the yearling knew for sure was the rank of Alpha — the leader of the pack. Or in Venom’s case, Empress. The other positions were a mystery to her. After she had been led further into Ashen territory, the girl had found a temporary den to rest for the remainder of the night. It hadn’t been a long rest, as it had been near the height of the moon’s rise, however, the exhausted she-wolf had quickly succumbed to sleep. It felt odd to be able to sleep so deeply. The luxury of a good night’s rest was something the youth had rarely experience while in the wilds. Last night she had felt safe, and allowed herself to sleep deeply; to truly rest for once in her life.

As the slender youth continued her aimless wandering, Ciannait remembered the water outlet she had crossed to get to the isle she had ended up on. Now, the earthen toned yearling was upon its shores once again, the sun risen to about mid-morning, not fully reaching the center of the sky. The air still held a crispness to it that each morning brought, yet it was quickly fading. Still, the air was chilled due to the winter season.

After some investigation the young Adhil realized the outlet was part of a river. A large one at that. Turquoise optics focused on the moving water, wondering if the current up here was harsher than the one she had swam. Haunches lowered to the ground as the child continued to watch the flowing river. A splash caught her attention auds perking upwards at the sound. Then another. And another. Brows furrowed as the yearling searched for the source, vivid eyes soon catching sight of a few fish darting past the surface for the briefest of moments.

Her stomach rumbled then, reminding Cian that she had yet to eat. Sure, there were stores of food within the pack lands, but the girl had refused to take from them. She didn’t feel right taking from the food stores yet. First the girl felt the need to earn her right to take from them. She was no freeloader. Besides, she had managed to survive on her own this long, why not add a few more days of hunting for herself? Soon the girl had carefully entered the water, the tips of her fur upon her stomach touching the water. The youth’s tail was lifted just over the water, keeping it dry as she attempted to cause as little disturbance to the water as possible. There Ciannait stood as if a statue. Watching. Waiting.

OOC || Sorry this is long, I got into it lol. I’m also trying to up her hunting skill a tad, hope you don’t mind!
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