Hushed Willows Hello, I'm the Rookie

Captain refused his offer of fish politely; it seemed that she didn't quite like the fish he caught, or perhaps she didn't like fish in general. Either ways, it didn't matter to Teagan. She refused, her choice, she'll have to suffer the consequences herself. The coywolf wasn't going to offer it twice. A gentleman he might appear to be, but in his core, he was just a teenage bad boy, he'd always be the fucked up fuck boy with that cocky mask. Or, rather, that was what he liked others to see him as.

With several bites, Teagan finished the fish and sighed; he longed for good meat, real meat. Meat of a buck, of elk. Fish - he wasn't a fan of, but when food was scarce, well, you take what you get. Beggars can't be choosy. He licked his lips and turned to Captain, cocking his head slightly to the left as she asked him a question. He grinned a mischievous smile, "Well, first, Captain, when you aim, never aim where you think the fish is. Eyes lie, all the time."