Arrow Lake white snake

He regarded her with a deep, orange gaze; it was hard to discern what exactly he thought of her failed fishing attempt – at least until he verbalised his thoughts. She released a quiet chuff in mock offence before laughing, his stony demeanour doing nothing to sour her own. "Oof, rude."

Yet it was the truth. Pukei was very much a forager over a hunter. She hadn't the size nor the experience to take down prey much larger than a hare, and preferred nosing through the sweet scent of shrubbery, anyway. Though a life lived solely on berries and plants would be a very short one for a wolf, she would think.

"Apologies if you were looking for a show, you're more than welcome to take the spotlight," she offered then, theatrically bowing as an invite for him to take his own stab at fishing.