Sleeping Dragon River Fishing

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Soon another of their wolves joined them. Snacha studied the other with her quick brown gaze, taking in his demure bearing and features. Snacha was small and agile, but she was also quite scrappy, and could hold her own against any but the largest opponents. Goliath introduced himself and Snacha returned her gaze to him, ears flicking as he asked a question. What did she want? That could be answered multiple ways, but she was sure Goliath wouldn't appreciate a confusing answer. "I was exploring the land and found you." Her gaze turned from him to the other and she nodded a greeting. "Seems like the river is a good place to find pack-mates."

She wouldn't say friends, for they were not friends. Perhaps they never would be to her. Snacha was a peculiar wolf, with little regard for others aside from Heda Thuringwethil and the silver queen that ruled beside her. "My name is Snacha." She gave a nod of her head toward the others, her brown eyes studying them neutrally. She was not trying to threaten them, but rather get to know their movements and shapes, to know them in the dark if she ran across them during a patrol. Their scents were easy to distinguish, especially this close. Then he surprised her with a toss of a fish, offering her food if she gutted them herself. It was not a kindness she experienced much in Trigeda, but she would not turn down the opportunity to eat. "Ah, that is kind of you, Goliath." She settled down with the fish between her paws and mimicked his movements, biting the head first and peeling the spine back.