Life always changes

Kotori’s mind was distracted by thoughts of ‘what if’s' and hopes for the future starting to peak through.  He’d found himself staring into the rapids and imagined he might as well do something more useful than just watching the water’s fast trek downstream.  The earth-toned wolf had grabbed a spear, head tilted sideways as he worked at trying to spearfish.  This wasn’t a method of hunting he did often but it didn’t hurt to get a little work in at it.  Better to grab more food for the pack instead of sitting here doing nothing, just thinking of Ochi.

The black-and-white, fine-featured and proud-spoken lady wasn’t helping his fishing abilities right now.  It took several attempts, jabbing empty water before he finally successfully speared a fish to pull out.  Yeah, he really did need to go find her.

"Kotori Fatalis"