(Setting photo - Eastern side of OTB towards Sierra Hills - Morning, Sunny 49 ° F, 10 ° C
Attendance optional! Just a laid back sort of thing. Wolves are free to fish or just derp around doing whatever. @Drestig @Triell @Jessie @Serach @Anneliese @Veed @Naira @Fenru @Darrah @Drift @Sahalie
Spieden had felt like she was waiting... waiting for... something, but she wasn't sure what. An anticipation, a memory that sat forgotten like a word stuck on the tip of her tongue. She looked forward to the fall rains, the cool weather, but that surely wasn't it. It was bothering her that she couldn't quite remember, but decided that maybe it would come to her by the time she finished her morning patrol.
Spieden made it towards the eastern border, thankfully finding neither bears nor rampaging moose along the way. She deeply inhaled, filling her lungs with air lightly perfumed by the scents of fallen leaves and damp earth. Her attention shifted, nostrils flaring as she continued to sniff, head turning as she caught a faint wisp of something aquatic... Oceanic... Fishy. That was it! She set off at a trot, nose trailing along the ground as her tail swished behind her with the beginnings of excitement.
Trickling water met her ears and she moved faster, finally intercepting a winding creek. She followed along its bank, her amber eyes intently searching through the sparkling water. Eventually the river broadened, its rushing current slowing to a leisurely drag. It was a creek she was familiar with, and while it had been quite shallow during summer, even the returning rains added little to it's depths. At its deepest an adult might find it difficult to reach the bottom, but its shallows were unlikely to go further than her chest.
She slowed her pace, stopping at a short overhang to watch the water. There they were! She couldn't help the happy loll of her tongue or the enthusiastic flailing of her tail as she spied the olive and red smudges of coho salmon shimmying along the creek's bottom. Dozens of the fish filled the creek, seemingly oblivious to the wolf licking her chops overhead.While her first instinct was to dive in, she held back. With how many fish there were, even the worst fisher might find their luck. And if not that, surely some spent carcasses might be found downstream. The cubs could benefit from the experience, either way. Spieden tipped her head back, releasing an exuberant howl into the sky for the wolves of Oak Tree Bend.