It was a new day and a new adventure that Koa had embarked on. She had been traveling in the mountains for days, eager to discover new things and explore the area, always hoping to meet new people and make acquaintances along the way.
But even the greatest and strongest adventurer needs a break sometimes, and so Koa had made it herself comfortable near a river and set up her camp there to stay over the night. If you could call it a camp. She only had constructed a shelter out of branches and leaves, just enough space for her to sit or lie down and stow her bag inside. Infront of that, she had gathered more branches to make a campfire.
After successfully fishing and catching some fish, she lit a fire to grill her catch. The smell of grilled fish filled the air, wafting through the mountains or should we say the smell of burnt fish?
