Shadowwyn Moor Hey, how about that!

Okay! Fishing date for later. Now it was all about catching something on land which was something he was far better at. But first? They might have better luck if they moved out of this wreckage and back into the treeline. He caught Luke's gaze and tipped his head towards the trees in the distance. It seemed like a better place to start than a place that still stunk of death and decay.

Paws lifted, traversing to the location in the distance. Frog? Frog! A look of horror crossed his face at Luke's suggestion only to fade when he realized the wolf was kidding. The first thing they could find? "Sounds good to me." No sense in being picky when his grumbling stomach was sure to give away all element of surprise.

A scent crossed through his muzzle. "How do you feel about opossum?" he asked. Those suckers had a habit for playing dead when threatened. If a wolf could get past their natural dead-smelling glands that came with "playing possum" they were decent eating. Hard to stomach, but filling.