Northstar Vale Let's just hurt tonight

From the moment he was assimilated into the ranks of Northstar Vale, ever-dutiful Mattias put his nose to the grindstone.  To the leviathan, a wolf was worth nothing if he was not putting himself to work yet unlike his sister he did not worry over these things, he just upheld his duties.

The previous days had been spent scouting the borders, getting acquainted with the territory and lifting his leg here and there to keep the scents strong.  Today would be spent hunting to fill the cache.

He lumbered down to the largest body of water he could find — growing up in Keening Sound made him an adept fisherman.  He caught one for himself and feasted but it seemed that for the moment it was rather dry, perhaps someone had made their way over here earlier.

He figured nothing of it.  Fish came and went, swam up and downstream, and sure enough they would be back and he would attempt again maybe later in the day.  He headed back towards the Vale but a scent of fish caught his attention (especially after his failed attempt) and he traipsed in that direction.

He sees a wolf there, gray-cream with a small cache of her own.  He chuffs at her, not wanting to surprise her (not that a brute so big could), waiting for her to speak first.  He wasn't very familiar with the wolves in the Vale or their newcomers or alliances, and he didn't want to chase anyone off that would go against his Alpha.  Better to wait.