show off!

The fish were plentiful if the river hadn't frozen over. Wren stalked the banks of the Rio Grande, a quiet huff escaping her lips. She contemplated breaking the ice with something heavy to find the prey underneath. But she was stubborn and too prideful to admit she wanted or needed help - even from tools made to help. Instead, she walked along the length of the river. Maybe a hungry predator broke it further south.

She sniffed the air, finding a pack or two uncomfortably close. Veering off to the side, she headed back. It was then that movement caught her eye. She glanced back to the way she thought she'd go, the smell of pack clear and heavy. "Hello?" Wren said softly, feeling eyes on her from the brush. Maybe a scout. She shouldn't be so shocked, since she was close to a pack's land. Not the border, no, but their land was below this one.

"Speech"