Puddles of Ice

Onyx was taking a while to get used to the warmer climate of anywhere that wasn't the north. She had done it before, she hadn't liked it. But she had to get over it and overcome. She was easy to adapt. Just not happy about it.

She had to admit the beauty of the warming Grande though. Fishing was probably one of her favorite pass times so the river here was a draw. She'd make note to come back for fish when she felt like it. Not today though.

She walked up to the bank of the river before taking a seat, watching as few fish started to grow comfortable to her not moving form and swam carelessly through the water. Anything was better than being 'out in the open' of Hemlock where someone could bother her. She wasn't social, not great for pack life as she knew. But here she was trying her best.

"Onyx"