Clouse had left them and now it appeared Lana had, too. Llinnea hadn't seen the woman in some time now... it seemed it was back down to just her and @Loach , and @Claw , she supposed. Maybe he would go too and it would be back to how it was for oh-so-short a time, her and Loach against the world.
It was warm again, bringing her back to the season of her puppyhood. She expected the water to dry up again, watched the river for signs of slowing every day, but it didn't seem to be changing, other than raging higher for spring. The fish were still good, and the plants were lush. Cover for hiding, both for her and the prey. Llinnea found she had a harder time hunting successfully, other than fish. She was getting good with fish.
Today however she wandered off, going a little further than she had in a while. It was early; early enough that tendrils of mist still clung low to the ground in some places. Sometimes Llinnea imagined she could see an ominous shape, or perhaps a friendly one, and then shook it off. She smelled nothing, and she didn't care if Clouse and Lana never came back anyway.