Great Bear Wilderness Hey there Delilah;

Luke beamed at her compliment, his tail thumping the ground in tandem with hers. Of course Luke's tail seldom ever stopped. "Thank you!" he said. He was proud of his fishing prowess and appreciated it when others took note of his skill. For a few moments the two ate quietly, enjoying their fish together. By the time she asked the question he had been expecting since she first saw him, Luke had cleaned the fish leaving nothing but a few bone scraps and fins and was swiping his blue tongue around his lips.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask that," he laughed. "I was born with it. It's an inherited trait in my family. We're called the Bluenose's," he grinned. "I know, I know, the name doesn't fit us at all." He paused for a moment to pick up and swallow a small bit of fish meat he had missed. "So what's your story? Are you looking for a pack or someone?" he asked.