Whitefish River a great place when hungry

The brown wolf looked up, a few scales clinging to the fur on her muzzle, which pulled back to show her teeth. Hunger and the possibility to fill her belly made her protective of her catch and the river it came from. The stranger appeared friendly, or at least didn't mean to cause trouble, but wasn't going to let this female take her fish. She saw the female glance at her fish, causing a growl to rumble in her chest. "What do you want." Her voice did not hold the typical tone of a question, instead it said as a demand. Mella chose to keep her name from the ears of the female, as she didn't trust the stranger quite yet.