Silvertip Mountain Sit still, look pretty

Anita cursed under her breath, spitting the water from her mouth. The fishy taste lingered in her breath, but unfortunately there wasn't any actual fish to go along with it. She clambered onto the grass shamefully empty handed, sitting down with an exasperated sigh. "I suppose if you don't mind, your offer sounds good to me," Anita said to Zeke at the mention of him sharing his catch. It was a surprisingly grateful thing for him to do.

After speaking to him, another voice caught the she-wolf's attention. It was Valette, who was offering her some very good advice. "What you're saying makes sense, I will make sure to try that sometime," she smiled, gazing at the water. Anita trusted Valette's words, the ebony female was obviously skilled when it came to fishing. The way she had grabbed her catch by the tail and slammed it onto a rock was a thought that couldn't be easily forgotten. It was barbaric to an extent, but also impressive. She hadn't expected the seemingly soft-spoken female to slam a fish onto a rock, but she couldn't hold her expectations to anyone.