Sleeping Dragon River Fishing

Hope you don't mind Snacha! :)

Snacha usually wasn't far from Thuringwethil, but lately she had wanted to stretch her legs a bit and get to know her other packmates. If she was going to fight and perhaps die alongside them, she wanted to know in whom she placed her trust, and if they deserved such respect in the first place. So she had left the heda earlier that day and scouted along the mountain, following the course of a river down its side. Soon she heard splashing and cursing, and with an ear pitched forward, crouched down before anyone saw her.

The raccoon-styled yearling crawled into the shadows at the base of a tree and quietly watched as a large wolf fished, jumping in and out of the water as he caught a few morsels, which he killed quickly, then threw onto the snowy bank between two sticks to keep fresh. Snacha's mouth watered at the sight, but she made no move toward the wolf or the fish he had caught; she was certain he would crush her skull as easily as the fish's if she tried to steal from him. Besides, if they were pack...

With a soft bark, she revealed herself from the shadows, and stood on the opposite side of the river, watching him skin the fish in his jaws. "You are good at that." Her voice was soft as she complimented him, but she meant every word.