Blacktail Deer Plateau you make me feel so young

She must have worn her feelings on her face, because Pearl was quick to dimiss her fishing prowess as luck. Behati accepted this claim at face value, and lashed her tail in approval of the other wolf's self-professed failings - an ugly trait, but one to be expected in the young; a time when self-esteem often comes from the outside.

"Nah," she insisted with a shake of her head, peering at Pearl through the mist of falling rain. "I'll get something later.." Behati glanced left and right, nodding towards a nearby tree that still had enough leaves to offer coverage. "So what do you think of it? What do you think of Dante?" She made a start for the shelter, assuming Pearl would follow. So far, she had not met a wolf with which she could gossip - Lasher was hardly the type, and everyone else was a long-time resident or a relative.