It is with precision that she picks her way down the riverbank on light feet, pausing every few moments to study the water to her right with her vibrant blue eyes. The days had begun to grow shorter as the world spun, heading directly for an axis that didn't bode well for the next few months for the wolves of Molodian. Would wintering in these lands be easier on her than the last few ones of traveling? She had taken time spending weeks in places that had benefited her with fat hares or ease mice tunnels and she had found that since arriving in Molodian there was an ease to this life. But just because the spring and summer had been warm and bountiful did not mean that winter would be just as kind. For all she knew the majority of the prey population headed north and out along the rim of the continent away form the area although that didn't seem entirely logical to her mind.

The idea of finding herself a more permanent den has her face becoming itenerate, the muscles slackening for a breif moment from their tense position as she surveys the water kingdom for the right moment. The sun rests high in the sky, twinkling against the rush of water until a silver flash draws her firm attention, forgetting the musings of a moment before. Both ears swivel back, head lowering as she stands poised now, angling her body now more fully towards the river with muscles prepared for the leap she would take.

Veilia was a skilled hunter. Much traveling meant she had to be fairly decent at the skill to survive and good to life heartily. None could say that she was a milksop for no bones protruded from her alabaster coat, the sunlight flashing through the pale tawny tips of her tail hairs and underbelly. Fish had not been a staple in her diet as of late for she had stayed on the edge of the mountain pack and took to hunting there. Hare were plentiful, as were squirrels and she had even cornered a racoon the day past.

Another flash of silver has her body leaping forward in perfection, legs coiling beneath her as she heads straight into the water with mouth opening, ears pressed back, and eyes closing. The water rushes into her and down her gullet, choking her for a second, but her attention is focused solely upon the rather huge fish that her teeth snap around. It is muscular and it flops within her mouth, an uncomfortable sensation. Her paws hit the bottom of the river and with ease she thrusts herself back to the surface.

Water flings as she breaks the surface and paddles back to shore, dripping in the warm sunlight. The fish must weigh a good eight pounds or so for it weighs heavily within her mouth, fat and gaping for lost water-breath. Veilia climbs from the river, shakes herself off and drops her fish at the base of a tall oak tree, letting the creature flop on the grass between the roots while she again shakes herself out with a pleased grin on her face, tongue rushing across her lips hungrily.