Whitefish River catch of the day

"I have been fishing for a long time," Luke replied with a warm smile. "For most of my life I have lived near the water and I am not keen to change that now. I love the water and I love the fish that swims in it," he shared. "Seems you thought it was pretty good too," He regarded the remains of the fish that he had offered the other fellow, his tail wagging. Luke was not the selfish sort and had never found himself in such periolous condition that he could not share with someone else, and it pleased him to do so, especially when he was sharing something that he enjoyed as much as he enjoyed fish.

"So what's your name, friend?" The blue-nosed wolf asked. "Mine's Lukas, but most everyone just calls me Luke." He was still itching to inquire about those wounds, his compassionate curiosity getting the better of him, but Luke saw an introduction first to be more appropriate