Whitefish River catch of the day

It was not until his companion said he was not in well enough shape to fish did Luke take notice of the other male's mending wounds. His brows furrowed for a moment with consideration, and he would make a point to ask about the injuries, but for now he had a demonstration to give. "Ah, no worries. I am happy to show you." Luke gave a nod and stepped to the water's edge.

"The first trick is to enter the water quietly. You can hunt from shore sometimes, but a lot of times the fish just don't quite come close enough," he said as he gingerly stepped in a ways. "Try not to splash or disturb the stream bed. For one, it scares the fish, for another, it can stir up dirt that clouds your view." Luke paused, glancing a look back at the other wolf. "Then you wait, quietly. If you're still and silent enough fish will usually swim right by." Luke raised his paw to his muzzle, giving a wolfish gesture for shhh. His gaze focused on the water.

It took a few minutes, but a school of shiners were the first to swim by. Luke would normally wait for a larger fish like a trout but for the purposes of his demonstration a shiner would work. Quickly, he thrust his muzzle in the water and his teeth clamped around a larger one, about 5 inches long. Luke tossed it in the air playfully as he stepped back out of the water, catching it again and swallowing it almost whole after a few quick chomps. "Nothing to it!" he exclaimed, looking to the other wolf. "You have to aim where the fish are going to be, because they're never quite where they are. The water is a bit funny like that. You'll get a feel for it if you do it enough."