Shadowwyn Moor Hey, how about that!

Fishing was its own art. The most skilled of hunters did not always make good fishers. It required its own skill set and a generous amount of patience. But the reverse was also true, that those talented at fishing did not necessarily have the same prowess for hunting. The blue-nosed wolf was a masterful fisher, but he could not, would not, claim the same mastery over land-prey as he did those in the water. He was a respectable hunter, however.

"I can show you how I do it sometime," he offered. Kero's stomach growled then, and Luke's ears lifted as an amused grin came upon his face. His stomach did not rumble, but he felt the heat of hunger himself. The offer to hunt with his friend was not one he wished to turn down. "Let's do it!" he said. "You can lead." He stood at the ready, waiting for the red male.