Big Salmon Lake great cataclysmic

From as far as her pheripherals could reach, she silently watched the female and her success. The fish, flapping about the foil would have never made her mouth water before than it had today. Her eyes zeroed in on the fish, feeling the burning need for it's taste but knew she could not simply take it from the female. At least not without invoking an angry Alpha and potentially gaining scars she did not wish for. That was not her goal, and she would not do anything to endanger that. 

Her profound fear of the water below did not help the circumstance. She paced, considering her very limited options. She could risk slipping in by trying it herself, submerging her only way of breathing, underwater. Or, she could go on starving until she had no use. The ache in her stomach settled the pointless debate and she edged herself closer to the water's edge. She did not giver herself a moment to ready, before she dunked her head down with full force, snapping her jaws together in a frivilrous attempt at catching a fish. If she had not scared them away already. When she resurfaced with nothing between her teeth, she let out a frustrated growl. Could she not do a simple thing? Screaming and kicking would not help her situation, no matter how much she wanted to. 

Finally, she could not take it. She did not like to ask for help, nor admit she required such simple help from anyone. She walked up to the female, not in the slightest bit shy or hesitant, and stared at the fish for a moment before looking back up at the female. 

"How?"

Her accent was thick, and it was one of the only words she knew in Gonasleng, or as they called it, English. The language barrier was often unconventional and rather frustrating, and she only managed to get by without accidentally insulting someone. But she was learning, and she would take up as many oportunities as she could.