Sleeping Dragon River Fishing

Hush found that the lower slopes of the Sleeping Dragon were more to his liking that the crags above. Perhaps it was his dislike of heights, or that the winds loved to sweep through the higher elevations. Regardless, he spent his time near the river, patrolling the territory and mapping out the taiga below.

The coywolfdog felt his stomach growl slightly as he trotted alongside the river. He looked down at the water below, watching the fish and little aquatic creatures swim by in the freezing cold water that would give him hypothermia- he definitely was not going to fish in that water.

Luckily for him another wolf was stupid enough to fishing in the waters, and was already successful. Hush approached, hoping that this ma-hoo-sive wolf was fishing for the pack and not just himself. The hybrid was not interested in stealing from one of his own packmates, especially not one as large as this one was. He walked towards the goliath (little did he know that was the wolf's name), his eyes flitting over to the wolf across the waters as he chuffed softly in greeting to them both, silently assessing the situation. Was there enough for them all?