Swiftcurrent Creek I only act like I know everything

Trick's ears lowered themselves in a playful but embarrassed way whens he asked that question. Of course it wasn't his birth given name. But Wylie was just so... Not him. Trick sounded cool, mischievous, like a cool boy with a motorcycle, getting all the ladies. It carried, he found, a vague mysterious aura, like the uneasy feeling one got in an eerie quiet forest. No... He answered truthfully, but he didn't hint that he may reveal his true name to her. She could call him Trick. It was just a name after all.

The obsidian wolf was bored actually, that's why he offered to catch her something. Of course, he would try to catch something for himself too. He was actually quite a good hunter, but if today was his lucky had yet to be decided on. He chuckled a mischievous chuckle, a bright smirk on his muzzle. He turned to the creek, stepping away from the female, head lowered to look at what he could catch here.

He grinned as her words hit her, but couldn't think of a good reply, too focused on a silver like fish in the waters.

I'll do a dice roll for if he catches the fish or not :P