Barrow Fields Barracuda

His name was strong, intriguing, and her ear twitched to it. It spoke of something more than a name... akin to her own spirit name she had withheld from him, although she suspected the names were nothing alike in their nature. She had named herself in honor of the newts that lurked at the edge of ponds and puddles, who were content to float calmly and watch the world about him, but knew when it was time to flee, as when a wolf drew too close.

He bade her to hunt with him, and she hesitated, but her empty stomach bade her as well and she had come not to mind his presence. She nodded, and flicked her tail in a dainty flourish. "Okay then," she agreed, and moved ahead to lead him into the copse of trees he had pointed out to her. There, the pair would hunt, feast on their success, and then part ways.