Word Count → 377 :: Prompt #3: Teach a puppy about the upcoming winter and give them a lesson in survival, such as hunting or making a fire. Alternatively, learn or practice skills related to raising children -- talk with a parent, read a book, or interact with a non-Inferni puppy.
Châtiment grazed on the patches of grass that grew near the stream in the forest while Willam splashed the water up onto her face. She ran her claws through her fur as she cleaned herself. She was silently going over her prayers while she made sure to get rid of any clumps or tangles in her coat. She had once again taken to sleeping in the forest and so she was getting rid of any traces that she had yet to find out where she was to stay. She had to quit putting it off and Willam knew that. Still she couldn't gather the courage to request a meeting with leadership. Of course, with her upbringing, she assumed that it was the leadership that gave out the assignments for living arrangements as well as daily tasks that were expected of them. It was why she knew that the meeting was required but she wasn't used to taking the initiative where it concerned leadership.
Once Willam was satisfied with how clean she had made herself, at least what she could see of herself, she stood up and stretched. The large female moved over to where Châtiment was. A hand was lifted to pat the equine's neck before she knelt down near him. Willam directed her gaze to stare into the water. She was watching the movements of the aquatic life, light catching against the scales of those closer to the surface marking their progress.
Willam ended up wading out into the water, scaring the fish in the are as she did so. though once she got to the middle of the stream she stilled and continued to stare down into the water. Once again she was watching for the fish. She slowly eased her hands into the water so that she could be ready whenever a fish came swimming near. She wasn't really adept at this and it took her quite a few misses before she was finally able to toss a fish up to the shore. Unfortunately it landed too close to the water and flopped back in so she had to start the process all over again. It really was a lesson in the virtue of patience, plus she was really craving the taste of fish.
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