Whitefish River catch of the day

Luke devoured the fish without pause, gulping it down by the mouthful until only tattered bones remain, which he discarded with several jovial tosses into some brush behind him. With his belly not quite full, he stepped carefully into the water again, his attention so trained on the fish that he did not notice another wolf down the river come forward for a drink. It was not until he had another fish in his jaws did his gaze fall on said wolf, and he's ears perked forward.

Ever the social butterfly, Luke carried his catch right over to the other male, dropping the fish between the two of them. His tail wagged and he peered expectantly at the russet and gold fellow as he asked him, "do you like fish?" Luke's head tilted to the side and he sported an amiable smile.