Sleeping Dragon River Fishing

He placed his paw on its back, and began cutting the belly of the fish, only to pull the abdominal cord out with his jaws. Blood had spread on his lips by now, and only then did he recognize the wolf appearing before him. He looked at the wolf before him, then back at the fish he was cleaning, removed his paw, and grunted "Thanks" before returning back to the stream he had fished from. "I Goliath, What you want?" he asked slowly, not meaning to sound rude, but he didn't mean to fish in front of an audience. 

All the insulation he had prior from his fur was gone, in fact, it almost made the water colder, yet he was still warm from the deposits of muscle and fat built around his stout legs. He had been focusing on the stream of water intently, not noticing the other wolf approaching. Once again he dunked his head in the water, but had only caught but a teeny tiny rock bass. He had almost swallowed it, he realized, before pulling his head out once more, only to find yet another wolf at the side of the river. 

He tensed for a second, but he soon assigned the scent back to his pack, something he was never used to. Either way, he didn't enjoy the intent of the other wolves, and kept himself alert. He wasn't a food truck, and wouldn't give out the food he had spent time catching to people who simply watched.

He decided to make the wolves work for what he had fished, and threw the small (and still alive) fish towards them. "Gut" he barked, before adding "If gut, food for all." he finished, his limited vocabulary couldn't be hard to understand. He would catch for them, if they gutted it themselves. That much, he could give them.