Whitefish River catch of the day

Set in Whitefish River.
@Mordecai

With the onset of spring freeing the waters from the prison of a winter freeze, Luke was eager to get back to dining on his favorite prey: fresh caught fish. A winding river beneath the shadow of a great plateau was the restaurant he had selected this comfortable afternoon. As drool began to form at the mere thought of a succulent dinner, a blue tongue slipped out across his lips to whisk it away. Delicately, the white wolf stepped into the river, scarcely a ripple forming around his limbs. He stood there a statue, silent and immobilized, as silver eyes darted to and fro at the fish nearby. Gradually, a school of trout came near and Luke's jaws parted, readied. When one such fish came close enough he lunged with impressive precision, seizing the wriggling meal between his teeth. Quickly, he jumped ashore, lowering the fish to the ground and using his paws to hold it while he bit into it with delight.