Sheepeater Cliff Bighorn Country

Aside from the idiotic cougar who had mistakenly intruded upon the creek wolves, Njal had very little practice when it came to large game; they had this in common, the man and the girl. Although he had chased deer and hare before, habit and natural affinity towards aquatic prey always won out. His roots were with the river - or the ocean, upon thick ice or frosted banks - and there was no changing that. "Like a competition?" The girl quipped, and Njal rumbled a pleased sound, content at the idea.

"Yes." was all he said at first. Caught by the concept of preserving fish, he loped alongside the girl with his heavy strides, and kept his thoughts internalized for a few moments. It did not take long for him to come to some conclusions. "We can do a timed trial. See how many fish we can catch in.. Oh, twenty minutes?" An arbitrary number. Njal was not prone to keeping track of time. He only really wanted to get close to the river and it's bounty. There was always the chance that his competitive nature would take over, even in the name of fun - but Bazi didn't need to know that yet. "Perhaps keep a few for eating, but toss the rest back in once they've been counted. I do not like taking more than what is needed." Especially if it wasn't from their own river - Njal was not spiteful in such a manner, he would not take another pack's food source no matter how natural the thought may have been.