Stella had taken a small morning meal from one of the pack's caches, nestled hidden at the foot of a boulder, and then set about the task of restocking their larders with something a little more fresh. The woods around the lake were sparse for game lately, but she hoped luck would be on her side.
She was searching, moreso, for some pattern of normalcy after her return. When she had been travelling, she had been alone with her thoughts nearly all of the time, left to care only for her own daily needs. Now she had chores to do and others to share the day with once more. It was a good change, she could feel that, but coming home also required a lot more adjustment than the yearling girl had anticipated.
So much had changed. She had yet to meet her new little siblings, and she still did not quite know how to accept the reality of her failures to put her immediate family back together more fully. And then there was the lake.
Even now, as she glanced off through the trees, she could see it glinting brightly. But even that steady supply of lifegiving water was shrinking, the water's level dropping by the day compared to what she had always known. Things were changing whether she liked it or not, so she had better just accept that and figure out what to do, or she'd get stuck. At least this morning, that meant finding a meal to bring back home to hungry mouths.
Struck by the recent memory of she and Nash's game with the otter, she found herself wandering down toward the lakeshore. Where there was an otter, there must be fish, certainly? The thought of presenting the pups with a big, fresh fish was enough to bring a hopeful smile to her jaws and a spring to her step