Two Rivers Isle your scraps will feed the beasts

The young wolf looked up at her and nodded before looking around again. She'd never been a fan of fish, but hearing that it was probably the best way to survive, she might not have much of a choice. She looked back at herself and lowered her ears, until now she hadn't paid much attention to her thining frame. After always being slightly under weight, the decrease in prey had taken it's toll.
"I wish plants grew quicker than they do, then there'd be something besides fish." She grumbled, looking at the river.