WC: 456
In the past several weeks, Kiara and Tharin had gone from complete strangers to close friends. Whenever Tharin was around, the young became completely relaxed and returned to her usual puppy-like demeanor. Every moment they spent together was a blessing for her. She was able to simply enjoy herself and to forget the responsibilities that had been placed on her small shoulders.
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, the game had started. The hulking male momentarily lowered into a play bow before he shot off towards the stream. The muscles in Kiara's powerful body coiled before they propelled her forward like a tightly wound spring. Her large paws flew across the ground, her jaws parted to allow her rosy tongue to hang loose. The arctic female had a serious size disadvantage, but she knew the terrain and practically soured through the forest. Soon the scent of water and filled her nostrils and invigorated her. Kiara slowed down as she reached the stream, her lithe body moved easily to her command. The alabaster female's shoulder still bothered her, but it was a slight pain that the young mother easily ignored.
The stream's wet body tickled Kiara's paws as she entered the river, water flew everywhere as her paws landed heavily on the stream bed. Sapphire eyes watched as startled fish darted away from the predator. Her tail wagged gaily in the air and she turned her sparkling vision towards Tharin. The snowy female loved the water. She loved how it wrapped around her body and caressed her fur. Most of all, she loved the rich delicacies that lakes and streams offered.
Hunger teased the young mother's belly and she turned her attention back to the stream. The stream ran low and quick, rapids foamed at certain locations while other's had deep pools. Kiara headed towards the nearest pool and jumped in. Water flew everywhere and the fish scrambled to escape. Some went down stream while others headed for the tiny rapids farther upstream. Kiara lunged after them, her paws scraping against the rocks as she quickly moved out of the deeper pools.
The arctic wolf chased after the fish, her eye on the largest individual. She chased her prey back and forth along the stream bed, each time heading farther upstream where the water was more shallow. It didn't take long for the fish to slow down enough for Kiara to wrap her jaws around its tail. The fish flopped and squirmed, trying to escape the wolf's jaws. Slowly, the female made her way back to shore, her prize gripped expertly in her jaws. Once safely ashore and away from the riverbanks, Kiara dropped the fish and smiled. The fish wasn't as big as a salmon, but it was a start.
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