Great Bear Wilderness Hey there Delilah;

Delilah let out a surprise bark of laughter when Luke's entire body seemed to lift into the air; shake and seize whilst he laughed and yelled in joy. She'd never met a wolf who expressed his joy in such a way that Luke did. She simply found his joy infectious; she wondered why he wasn't a member of a pack.

At the mention of trout, Delilah's stomach growled again and she quickened her pace to a trot. They arrived at a quaint little creek; the water looking refreshing with the snow from the craggy peaks on the horizon. It was spring; the creek would be bursting with trout. The trees bent lovingly around the creek; as if they was protecting it from the air and all the predators that might lurk there.

Delilah stepped up to the side of the creek and eyed Luke from the side as he told her to go ahead and show him her tactics. She lay down on her belly, the ground cool against her skin, and she waited. She dipped her muzzle in once and tested the coolness of the water, lapping up water and quenching her thirst, and then got up again and searched the water for signs of rapids where the trout might struggle to get upstream.

She found a small pool where the water bubbled vigourously, and she saw the shimmering forms of the trout struggling upstream. In a series of careful movements, she entered the creek, cutting off the downstream escape for the trout. She gasped in shock at the coldness of the water; but it soon turned into concentration as she tried to keep her movements as still as possible.

It was a very good feeling, having the water clean out the filth in her fur, and she reveled. The trout hadn't noticed her yet; but all that changed when she ducked her head into the water and closed her teeth around a fish that had strayed a bit too close. The trout around her frenzied into movement, ducking between her legs and escaping back downstream.

Delilah quickly raised her head and flung the trout onto the shore; before ducking down again and snapping with her teeth, searching for the trout. Another trout was unlucky enough to stray to close to the jaws, and she snapped it by the head and threw it onto the shore. By that time, however, most of the trout had fled, and she was unable to get any more.

The water was cold though, and Delilah quickly jumped up onto the land and shook out her pelt. The water flew everywhere, including the trout, who struggled feebly on the shoreline. She looked at Luke, her smile dizzying. "Want to have a go?"