Mudminnow River Early Wolf Gets the Cat-fish

Sorry for taking forever! School's proved busier than expected.

"Gosh, no." Nanook shook her head, firm and sure. Fishing had never been her strong suit, nor something she particularly enjoyed. While slogging through water lent her no discomfort, and though she counted herself a relatively patient creature, the sheer task of stilling and waiting for things as slippery as fish brought a restlessness to her body and mind. Fishing proved a tedious necessity, one she stayed away from unless the waters were her only source of food.

"No, I'm looking for someone." Perhaps the woman could help her. The fisher looked a bit preoccupied with what she was looking for herself, casting continual glances into the water's depths, but her curiosity pressed stronger than courtesy. After all, the tan one had been first to break the comfort of silence. "A weasel." She clarified. "His trail comes this way. You haven't seen him, have you?"