Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

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Posted on December 23, 2014 at 06:01:54 AM by Feist

Feist appreciated Calypso's undying loyalty. It had certainly been tested; her indiscretions with Fang were at once her greatest sins and her biggest triumphs, if only because of the children they'd resulted in. She loved her pups - all her pups - regardless of their father and his monstrous behavior. There was some part of her that held out, slightly - some part of her that said Fang had loved her, at least once. At least for a little. But even if he had, even if he did, what was that worth? Calypso had helped her raise two litters, and Fang had only provided the bare minimum when it came to being a parent. Feist didn't want to think about it.

What she did want to think about was the reality of her situation now: her pups safe and growing stronger daily, herself alive and well, and Calypso. The ginger she-wolf was a constant companion for some time now, and Feist found herself more and more accepting of the company - not that her initial resistance had been anything serious to begin with. She'd been so lonely since her separation from the mushing team, since Fang's abandonment... it seemed like lifetimes ago, now. She wondered where her sister was, where Seppo and Koguma and Nikita had gone. She hoped they were safe.

But Calypso's presence was warm and comforting, and Feist had forgotten how nice it was to have a friend. She didn't think of Calypso as her sister; it was different, somehow, and sometimes it was overprotective and sometimes it was teasing but it was always genuine and Feist had to admit she always enjoyed her company. At the comment the husky gave a bark of laughter and shook her head fervently. "No! Gods no," she replied. Just the thought was too much. She wagged her curled tail, smiling brightly and following along attentively.

"Oh, I am so lucky," she laughed, shaking her head, her flopped ears bouncing. Her bright eyes followed Calypso's movements carefully, nodding with a keen focus at the descriptions. She watched her, genuinely surprised at the sudden movement and the quick catch. Feist gave a startled, delighted bark that sent the fish scattering, a shimmer of scales under the water. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I'll get one." she laughed, shaking off the tension and beginning to pad along the bank on her slender limbs, careful and watchful to see where the fish had gone off too. She would catch a fish. She'd caught a rabbit before, even a bird - there was nothing harder, she thought. Her regularly surefooted step required a bit more concentration on the slippery riverbank, made even more slippery by a buildup of ice along the bank itself, but Feist doubted she would be thrown. Her pale eyes locked on a fish, her body tense and careful as she headed toward it, swimming just at the edge of the water. Her small paws stepped carefully on a patch of ice that looked thick enough, and she crouched, preparing for her first successful fish-catch.

Her snatch was preemptive, it seemed, though in reality it was a much worse situation. The icy enbankment gave way, creating a sudden rush that knocked the husky off her paws and sent her tumbling into the cold water. Feist was genuinely too surprised to even yelp, and shocked by the sudden cold of the water enveloping her; even this close to the riverbank, the current picked up, and the female soon found her paws swept out from under her. Finally she worked up a scream, her voice high and panicked, though surely Calypso would have realized she was in trouble by now. "C-Calypso!" she barked, trying to dog-paddle but frozen in the cold and swept along by the current.

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