Welcome to Gaia! ::

The sun was just chasing away the shadows of night when Catfish awoke. The female snuffled softly. She was curled in a ball, her tail touching her nose, and now she slowly began to uncurl herself. Cold touched her belly and she shivered, wishing she could remain sleeping, but hunger had left a hollow space needing to be filled. It was not far from her little hollow to the Fells Run river and she set off immediately. The brisk pace she set helped her body warm in the chill morning.

When she reached the river Catfish found the edges covered in a thin layer of ice. Such a nuisance. That would make driving the fish towards the shore that extra bit difficult. She huffed in annoyance and approached the edge, testing the ice with a paw. It crackled and threatened to break. Pushing down harder she let it shatter and then splashed her way into the water.

So cold!

The female’s head jolted up at the first crunch of leaves. She swivelled around, body tensed for flight. But she held back her instinct to run and instead waited. Catfish frowned. She should have caught the scent earlier, the wind was in her favour, but she’d been too busy lapping up water to pay attention. Now it rushed in strong… canine. Catfish was rarely in the mood to deal with her own kind, especially when she was hungry. As the other wolf drew closer and offered a greeting, Catfish relaxed her stance and huffed out a small ‘hey’.

She remained in the water, studying the other female closely. That pale coat was quite striking and seemed to suit the cold morning.

Catfish remained in the river, walking through the shallows with her sharp gaze shifting between the water and the wolf on shore. Now, where were the fish hiding today? She chose not to offer any conversation, fairly certain the other female would wander off sooner or later.

Catfish’s gaze snapped from the water to the wolf, looking surprised that she had been addressed. She stopped her pacing and watches Lilac for a long silent moment before she begrudgingly replied with her own name. “Catfish.” The small female walked to the bank and out of the river, shaking water from her fur once she was on dry ground. Certainly not used to the concept of receiving help during her hunting, she had decided to put off food until she had ascertained what this female wanted.

“If you’re after conversation…” Catfish began, ears flicking back slightly. “I’m not very good at that.”