Silvertip Mountain Sit still, look pretty

Well, it with was worth a try!

The friendly smiled offered by Ezekiel was not expected. Prior to it, Anita wasn't even quite sure the male had it in him. She gave a half-hearted smile back, still somewhat estranged to his cheery actions. "The creek sounds great," she agreed, trotting after Ezekiel and Valette. Maybe she'd get to try fishing afterall, and the mere thought of stepping in the water was refreshing.

The group reached a stream with bubbling water. It wasn't a calm stream--but it wasn't too rough either. The rushing water meant that fish would be traveling up and downstream, riding the currents. Or at least that's how Anita interpreted it, she didn't know if it was to be true. She watched as the other two got in--Valette went in slowly, while Ezekiel rushed in with a childlike excitement. For a moment, there was hope for the male redeeming himself in Anita's eyes, but he quickly regained his stony composure. A fish was thrown from his direction towards her,so at least it seemed Ezekiel was doing well.

Anita rushed in, looking around for fish. She hadn't seen any until they were stirred in her area. A large fish strayed from the group and quickly, she shot towards it, muzzle plunging in the water. Her teeth just barely grazed the scales of a fish, but it was too late. The slippery thing swam right out of her jaws, nearly unscathed. "No luck here," she said, watching as the rest of the fish darted from her reach. Fishing was proving to be hard, but the she-wolf didn't let that get her down.