Totoka River Different strokes for different folks

Thistle had watched her father and brother sfishing so she knew the basics she supposed. They had never let her try, claiming that she was too small. She supposed she was rather small to be fishing in the sea rather than a river.

Thistle watched the coy/wolf as she waited. Her father and brothers had always been in the water so this was a new technique that she didn't know. She was curious to see how it would go, and to be completely truthful she was hungry. She supposed as long as she watched the coy/wolf catch the fish and such Ragnar could not grumble at her for eating any food given to her by the coy/wolf. Not that she would listen anyway, she was her own little wolf though she loved and respected him.

Thistle dipped her head in thanks "yes I have but never from here. THank's Macawi. Would you like half? She felt it only fair to share the fish that had been caught for her.