Silvertip Mountain The Territory

Mara flashed him a playful smile, before getting down to business, as Steady had put it. She took notice in his comment, as though fishing was an easy to grasp task. "You make it sound so easy, as if you already learned," the young wolf joked. In her old pack, the idea of fishing wasn't common, only few wolves learned how to fish for special circumstances, such as an Alpha becoming pregnant, or a young Beta getting a mate. They held ceremonies often, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but not a good one either. 

She took in a deep breath, and relaxed, knowing fish could be startled by the slightest motion. "Don't expect to catch too  large of fish at this shallow water," she wanted to give him a heads up so he wouldn't be disappointed in himself when they finished. The Theta assumed he put that much together, but reassurance was apart of who she was. "Just relax for the moment, and search for any fish. A lot of times they'll travel together, so once you notice more quantity in short time, warn me." In this exercise, the female wouldn't be paying attention to fish coming along, she believed Steady could handle that much on his own.