Gone fishin' (as if she'd bait a hook)

The sound of water still ringing in her ears, a sidelong glance to see the wolf on the other side of the river was still content to do his own thing, she turned her attention to what had once been an orderly orchard. Apples, pears and peaches stood in what would have once been lines, the area beneath them now a tangle of wild melon vines, laden with fruit in various stages of decay. One or two looked to be fresh enough to eat, but the rest were well on their way to producing next years vines. Her brain was ticking over, weighing up the pros and cons. Between the ample forage, fruit they could turn into liquor with some practice and ready access to fresh water, there wasn't a lot against the river. It was just the vast expanse between the islands and here that would prove to make it difficult. She would contemplate it further on her journey home. At the end of the day, was it worth a move?

“Speech.”