Great Bear Wilderness Hey there Delilah;

Delilah couldn't deny that she was impressed as she watched Luke fish. He possessed a certain grace that she missed; a certain skew to his posture as he calmly entered the stream and waited for the fish. She almost found herself envying the swell of his muscles, the soundless brush of his feet over the cobbles under the water.

As she watched him, she felt her own senses heighten thanks to the thrill of watching another hunt. Her tail twitched and she widened her eyes when Luke struck from his frozen pose and snapped up a fish. Rather than toss it to shore, he jumped ashore with it in his paws, and then lay down with the struggling fish in his jaws.

Delilah thumped her tail on the ground. "Wow, that was fantastic!" She complimented him, smiling widely and drumming her paws on the ground in a sort of applause. She licked her lips and dug into her fish, grateful that Luke had started eating first. The fish was delicious; it burst across her tongue in a delectable mix of sweet and salt. Delilah made sure to eat slowly, savouring every small tidbit and also so that her empty stomach wouldn't heave it all up again.

"So, Luke," She said, in between bites, "How is it that your tongue, and your nose and paw-pads have such an... unusual colouration?" Delilah could almost not believe her own bravery, brazenly delving into another wolf's psyche like that. But her filling belly, and the thrill of the hunt were causing her to throw all caution to the wind.