Sleeping Dragon River Fishing

Hush made a soft chuff of amusement at the massive wolf's name. So he was Goliath. Aptly put. The other wolf, the female with a raccoon visage, called herself Snacha. He wondered if she was of the same blood as Thurin, but he was not a fan or had any interest in linguistics. Hush, realizing that his name was needed as well, choked out his name in his own peculiar way, "Hush." He stressed, moving in closer to the wolves.

With a toss of his huge head, the wolf called Goliath tossed fish towards him and Snacha, unwilling to share the rest of his kill. Without hesitation, the raccoon-bodied woman snatched it. Hush walked over to the woman, looking at her, and then at Goliath, his brow furrowed. Should he ask for more like a starving orphan or ask the woman to kindly give him a piece. Decisions, decisions.