Lake Rodney You don't get old by being stupid

She had been eating her fish piece by piece, tearing away at the slippery oily scaled of her catch. She had eated away almost half, with one side exposing the rib cage and other bones of the fish. As she took another bite the wind shifted and the scent of another wolf enteredthe area. She turned her head, ears purked and a bit of fish hanging in her jaws.

It was a male wolf with a mixed coat who appeared significantly older then Rouge. At the sight of this wolf she looked at him for awhile making sure he wasn't going to lunge at her instantly. Then seeing he didn't have excessive agressive tendencies she flicked her head up, tossing the fish a bit to get a better grip, then finished the morsal in her mouth.

What's he doing here she throught thinking that most older wolves stayed close to pack territory. He then complimented her fishing skills and she smirked. He came within steps of her, Rouge was cautious of his next moves but wasn't too tense about it. 

"Thanks dear" she said not in a flirtasious way, as he was much older then her, but in more of a playful way. Calling him a cutsey nickname was she did with everyone she meet. "What are you doing all the way out here; catching some din for the pack?" she asked again wondering what he must be ding all the way away from his pack.