King Elk Forest neanderthal

Laika padded after Casmir, taking the chance to come alongside him as she walked to the bank of the pond. He waded in, explaining to her what he was doing and why. She copied as best she could, stepping into the shadowy water as quietly as possible. She stopped when the water lapped at her legs just above her ankles, tugging at her white locks. She watched the liquid for a couple moments before turning back to Casmir, listening to more of his explanation. 

Suddenly, she grew worried again. She knew that most of fishing was waiting, but it was nearly impossible to go for a decent period of time without making a noise. She leaned over to the grey wolf to make sure he could hear her. "Can fish hear things?" She whispered, just in case the fish were listening in now. They could be more intelligent than she thinks.