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She's wandered from her siblings and @Valette, into the forest without a single care in the world. It's a hazy, misty morning. Sunlight filters softly through the aspen trees, and the air is quiet but alive. Somewhere in the forest she can hear birdsong, the melodic whisper of a river, and the faint rustle of foliage under the feet of creatures smaller than herself.
The chocolate-furred girl follows the sound of the river, paws damp with morning dew. It takes a bit of leg work to actually find it, but she doesn't mind; the birds sing her through the short trip, and she thinks she glimpses woodland creatures behind the trees several times. When she finally spots the steadily moving water, she breaks into a run — only to abruptly halt at the river's edge. She doesn't hesitate to lean over, watching quietly as the water rushes past.
Valette let the pups explore further now they were older. The female knew that others would keep an eye out for them if they would get into any trouble. She felt that it was important for her young ones to explore the world around them on their own. She had not been so uptight as she was with her first litter. Valette woke up after Keen and noticed her little pawprints. She was confident enough to say that they were Keen's, Arlette's were smaller and Merrit's prints were bigger.

The female followed her daughter's tracks and found her by the edge of the river. It was far less than it was before. Valette chuffed to let her daughter know she was there. "Hi, sweetie," she greeted. She was curious what enthused her daughter so about the water.
She hears her mother's approach before she hears her words, but she doesn't move from where she's perched herself over the water — in fact, she gives no sign of response for several moments. When she finally does look up, her blue eyes are wide. Hi ma, She says softly.
There's somethin' in the water, She observes a moment later, calm but fascinated. It's hard to get a good look at the small things moving so fast under the water, but she's certain her mother must know what they are. She looks at her expectantly, glancing back at the water briefly.
Valette was impressed with her daughter's concentration. She couldn't say the same for Arlette who would bounce all over the place. Valette moved into position with Keen. She was eager to spend some time with her more quiet daughter. The mother couldn't help but show her affection in a quick motion, in the form of a quick lick and a snuggle by her cheek.

Valette then looked at the water when Keen spoke about something in it. "Oh yes, those are fish," she explained. "You can eat them as well, just like prey but they are more difficult to catch." Valette glanced at her daughter perhaps she was willing to try it. Valette was not so good at it yet, and these were small ones, however, how fun could it be on a warm summer day to run in the cool waters?
She listens intently as her mother explains, nodding slightly. It makes sense to her that the fish would be more difficult to catch than regular prey. Her gaze drifts back down to the water, tracking each silvery flash, and she's quiet for a few moments. Can you teach me? She asks finally, looking back at her mother with wide, hopeful eyes. Please? Suddenly she wants to master fishing more than anything else in the world.
Valette smiled to learn more about her daughter's interests. The female quirked up her lips and then looked at the water. "Well, I must admit I am not that skilled of a fisher," she admitted to her daughter. "But we can learn together if you like," she offered. She didn't want to discourage her daughter and just keep trying. "Okay you have the stand in the water and stay very still," Valette explained and showed her how to do it. Instantly the fish all moved away.
Her tail starts to wag as soon as she sees her mother's smile, and even the knowledge that Valette is not a particularly skilled fisher does little to dampen her excitement. It does come as a surprise — but she's too young to find this noteworthy yet. Each day she grows, she must discard old notions for new and accept that there are things she doesn't quite understand on her own; it's hardly shocking to find she's wrong again. In fact, it's rather fascinating, and she thinks maybe she likes learning all the ways in which she's wrong about the world.
But there's little time for those thoughts. Her tail beats faster behind her as her mother steps into the water, sending her entire body wiggling forward as she makes to follow. She tries to calm her excitement enough to be still, but it takes her a few moments — and by that time, it's clear the fish have all fled. She glances around, waiting perfectly still; it doesn't take long for her to get a little impatient. Are they gonna come back? She whispers, trying to limit even the movement of her mouth as she speaks so as not to scare the fish.
It was good to see her daughter so enthusiastic. Valette was excited to see it. Once they were in the water, the fish all left. It was natural, of course. Valette watched het daughter being excited. "Okay, now you need to switch from excitement to hunter mode," she explained. Valette knew that hunting could be exciting and make a wolf happy but the keyword was control.

"So, your tail needs to be still as the rest of your body. Just like you would with prey on land," she continued. The mother had already explained the basics of hunting to her children as that was one of her favorite things to do. She found it fun to show them and to see who liked it just as much as her. "After we are completely still we need to wait until they return."
she failed, rest in peace
She nods quickly at her mother's words, trying to focus on the advice — hunter mode, hunter mode. She doesn't really know what hunter mode is supposed to feel like, but she tries to still her tail, thinking maybe being perfectly still might activate hunter mode. Once she's still enough, she waits. And waits. And waits.
And waits.
Until finally she sees a flash of silver, and the breath hitches in her throat. It takes all of her effort to keep her tail still, but somehow, she manages it. But it doesn't occur to her that there might be some technique to this — she's in hunter mode now, right? So it'll work. She lunges toward one of the few silver flashes without even waiting for her mother to say anything else, snapping her teeth into the water. The only thing she accomplishes is introducing a generous helping of water to her nostrils, and scaring all the fish away once again.
Immediately she starts to cough and sneeze uncontrollably, nose burning, but it doesn't last long. More lasting is the blow to her pride. She sniffles slightly as she recovers from the embarrassing failure, ears flattened. I don't think I'm very good at fishing, She mumbles, staring straight into the water and thinking if only she'd done better at getting into hunter mode, she wouldn't have failed.
Valette stood still with her daughter and let her try to catch the fish. Valette wasn't good at this either, and she wasn't aware that the water played tricks on one's eyes. The mother watched as Keen flashed forward and tried to grab a fish. She soon came back with nothing in her jaw and what seemed, with less pride than before. Valette stepped forward and licked over her cheek. "From failure, we learn," she spoke with a firm nod.

"Fishing is one of the most difficult ways to hunt in my opinion. So don't think bad about yourself," she spoke encouragingly. Valette offered her a smile. Her eye caught a brief glimpse of silver. She turned her body and then reached forward with a flash. She bit into the water but came back with empty jaws as well. She shook out her coat. "They are fast," she groaned. "Oh, and try breathing out through your nose when you reach for the fish, then water won't go up into it."

Valette lifted her tail. "Let's try again! We can do this and otherwise we are both not good in fishing," she grinned.