Big Salmon Lake fishing in the dark

He made his way to the shore, quickly realising that swimming was not as much fun as he had previously imagined. "Stupid water," He mummbled as he shook himself dry, this wet feet sinking into the dirt of the shore. He would neber do that again, he quickly decided. Only a second after did a voice startle him from behind. He whipped around to face a woman, peering through the tall reeds. Odd. He did not know how to react. And what was it with these strange wolves talking to him like he had parents that were looking for him? Instantly, he did not like this female. 

His brow furrowed, a clear judgment and disgust prominent on his facial features. "No," He deadpanned, looking quite un-amused. Stoic was no idiot. Stoic did not simply get lost. The fact that the female even had to ask felt like an insult to his intelligence. And with that, he turned on his heels and stomped away in the opposite direction. Whether or not the female followed him was not his concern. He was hungry, and Artemis (the deemed food bringer) was no where to be found.