Whitefish River Very scary doll

"They're great," Genie said, a small smile flickering over her chocolate features and sank down on her haunches, similarly sliding the fish over with her paw before lowering her muzzle to take a bite. She'd eaten this kind of fish before, so was unsurprised by the taste — fish was good and all, but she had always preferred elk or deer. Still, beggars can't be choosers — not that she was a beggar, but, figuratively.

"I don't come from here," Genie told her, swallowing a bite of fish. Now that the stranger seemed friendly and not at all hostile, and her own embarrassment was slowly fading away, the aspiring medic was a lot cheerier. "I wandered for a while and joined a pack. It's just over that mountain, cliff thingy," the girl turned her snout, gesturing at where the Vale was in the far distance. "What about you? Where are you from?" She asked, eyes quietly curious taking another bite of fish.