Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

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The fey blinked in the sunlight, and felt snowdrops bend beneath her red paws as she padded through the shaded trees. Hunger was like a cold snake in her belly, and at this time of year the river would be alive with salmon swimming upstream... Her stomach growled at the thought- it had been nearly two weeks since she had last eaten. She just didn't have the time or the inclination to hunt, most of the time- elk and deer were messy to bring down, so the fey ate mainly fish. Thus, Traydon was the place to be.

She caught sight of sunlight up ahead- the edge of the trees- and quickened her pace, a playful wind ruffling her black and red fur. The sunlight dazzled her as she poked out her scarlet paw, and she paused for amoment to get her bearing before heading out into the open. Which was when she noticed Ziggy.

The brutes appearance was enough to amek her blink, as well as the fact he was a maned wolf, like her; their kind were scarce in these parts. She had killed recently, and besides rarely preyed upon her own kind- they were normally much too smart. Besides, she was more in the mood for conversation than murder today. She nodded t the brute in passing, wondering if he would say anything to her in return.

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