Whitefish River catch of the day

Sorry if this is off, I keep having coughing fits. Very certain I have managed to catch bronchitis GDI. ;__; *just wants to lie down and play dead*

Mordecai watched as the male had finished his meal and returned to the crisp waters after another. It was clear that the wolf had some expertise in fishing, because in a very short while he had come hoisting another trout from the current with ease. It was then that their attentions crossed one another; discretely, Mordecai turned his gaze back to the waters as though to feign his interest. But it was too late to feign it really, because the steady approach of the other was marked by the placing of the watery prey between them in a matter of steps.

This time, when he looked back to him as he finished his drink, Mordecai saw that he was at least friendly. It was a genuine friendliness, bringing him to the thoughts that he had come to be just a touch distrusting. Normally, he would not have shied away from free company, but in lieu of his own wounds healing he found he was willing to tuck himself well away out of the sight of others. "It's not bad," Mordecai commented when prompted, "though I'm afraid I don't have the skill to catch them like you do." He found in spite of his misgivings of the present, a smile still came to his face easily.