"Wait for it..." the white shape-shifter breathed, her voice only a whisper of warm air. Her deep, sharp brown eyes peered downwards into a crystal clear pool of water, their proud depths following the fins of a rather large trout. The fish seemed oblivious to her... but those sneaky little demons could see you from a mile away, then hide it until you got right up on them.
But Alya couldn't afford to lose this one. She was starving, after miles of merciless travel in the downpour of cold rain. The sun had finally come out, thank goodness, but the ground was still moist and slushy, and her muddy feet were in the need of a thorough cleaning. Luckily, she had found a cave nearby where she could rest--as long as no one disturbed her, that was.
She tensed as the trout neared, her claws digging into the gravelly bank in anticipation. Finally, when the fish turned away from her, she sprang to sink her teeth into the scaled flesh... and landed bottom's up in the crystal water. Spluttering, and completely agitated, she swam back to the shore, and pulled herself out of the water.
Well... at least she was clean now.
