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Aria treaded the pathway that she knew would lead to a waterfall. Sure, it wasn't her most frequented of places, but when you were a travelling wolf with no real place to go, you needed to know your lands. And so, here she was, at what was probably the one place where the water hadn't frozen over. She changed that thought immediately; of course, the mysterious White Wolves' caves would probably have warm water. She snapped back to the present. She needed to eat, and that was why she'd come here. Sure, she had an affinity for ground prey, but even her nose couldn't find anything due to the recent blizzard. Her pink visage - one of the worst hunting colours - stood out in the blank terrain, so here she was trying to catch a fish. It couldn't be too hard, could it? That was what she pondered as she waited. Nearly giving up, she idly scraped her claw across the water - and a shape pulled her in. Yipping with shock, she could feel the cold seeping into her as the trout pulling her in swam away, obviously satisfied by its prank. Which was worse, the cold or the hunger? She spotted a shape looming ahead, and flashed a claw out to grab it. The sliminess of a fish punctured her claws as the burning in her lungs grew. She swam up, and Aria broke the surface of the water, pulling her claw out of the fish - a carp - and picking the floating body out of the water, where a rock provided both a surface to eat and a place to harness the weaker rays of the sun as she dried her dripping form. She sighed as she ate the carp. It'd been a close call. She needed to practice her swimming come Spring.