Grouse Thicket You tried to be the robot king

     Embry was light on his paws. He made short time of getting a move on; matching the girl's brisk pace as they journeyed upstream. As they progressed, he was careful not to make it too obvious that he was still uncertain about her.

     He just couldn't make out enough clues to gain any insight on what was going on up there in the command center. Usually wolves were quite less ambigious in predictability. Maybe time would help him figure out this puzzle of a female. 

     "Where I was raised, there was a popular riddle among prospective fishers."  He smiled as he thought of the conundrum. As a youth, it had stumped him to the point of sheer frustration. Perhaps she would fare similarly in response? He glanced over with a challenging gleam in his eye. "In order to successfully catch his prey, a fisher should not mimick the flowing water he stands in, but rather that of... what do you think?"