Frog Chirp Creek: At the headwaters of Cut Rock River, the fall of a great oak years before provided a small portion of the river with a second tract to follow through Cedarwood Forest. This small creek bubbles over lichen-covered stones that have already been worn smooth by the water's passage, providing the perfect habitat for the many amphibians that can be heard singing at the riverain edges, especially at dusk. As the creek travels farther south towards Grizzly Hollow territory, the creek's boundaries become less clear and it acts to supply a swale that seems perpetually moist even when the rains have not been prominent.
Perhaps it was the way the wind carried the moist scent to her nose that gave Pip the idea that perhaps her two favored fishing spots may not be the only options around. She had yet to hear of another river from the others in the pack, but it wasn't exactly something she could ask and no one had ever brought up the subject. But the sea wolf had a habit of letting her nose lead her to new fishing secrets and would make no exception today.
With her left hind limb healing nicely since the attack, she really had no excuse not to explore. And maybe she should have tried to convince @Yvly or @Amaryllis or any other of her packmates to follow considering her recent run-ins with strange wolves, but curiosity had Pip moving onward recklessly without a thought for back up. It was an innocent enough mission, after all. She promised herself if she wandered too far from pack territory, she would come right back.
The amount of moss in the forest as she traveled northwest seemed to increase exponentially and Pip lowered her muzzle to sniff at it curiously. It wasn't like algae in scent, but reminded her of it all the same. The yearling had the impression that the green growth preferred water as well. Her thoughts were confirmed when she felt how squishy the land became beneath her paws. At some point, she was expecting to find a small lake or bog nearby, but instead noticed only the trickling of water over a few smooth stones. Trotting towards them, orange eyes followed a quiet little creek that wove farther north along the lichen-laden knoll that was peppered with varying types of trees that were no longer strictly cedar.
The little female gave a little hop to mount the rocks at the edges of the water and continued to follow it up the hill. As she moved, it became more assuredly a creek. She smiled at the way the water bubbled and churned in miniature falls. Walking on, she realized she wasn't the only inhabitant. As always, her eyes were drawn to movement within the water. Rather than fish, she spotted what could only be tadpoles swimming together en masse in the shade and still waters behind a large boulder. Amused, she dipped her nose into the creek to watch them scattered before returning to their places as she lifted her muzzle away.
Listening now, she could hear the chirps and calls of several species of frog. The deep croak of a large bull frog had the girl's russett ears swiveling excitedly. Now that was a hunt she could get behind! Of course, she had no intention of eating it. But she certainly wouldn't mind giving a quick chase just to watch it hop away. With tail wagging, Pip crossed the shallow creek multiple times, leaping playfully over rocks that blocked her path as she sloshed around in search of the little devil.