The Heartwood Branching out

That's my plan too.

She wasn't entirely disappointed with his response. If anything, Mitanni had expected it. Slim pickings were the curse of the times, and no one, it seemed, was immune to it. I should have hunted more while I had the chance, the little wolf scolded herself, then this wouldn't be such an issue. Plentiful game had been carelessly assumed to be a constant, and now she and the rest of her pack were paying for their lack of forethought and proactiveness.

Unexpectedly the grey wolf offered to assist with a hunt, suggesting that they share the spoils. The Moonlit Hills Delta blinked her amber eyes in a moment of surprise, and shifted her weight from one foreleg to the other as she considered. Dangerous, she reasoned, but so is not taking the offer. He didn't come off as unsettling or in possession of a hidden agenda. Not that her own judgment was trustworthy, but given the times she couldn't see a good enough reason to turn him away.

She opened her mouth to respond, to agree, when she saw the whole of his attention shift and focus on the river. Her gaze followed his, just in time to catch the tail of the fish propelling it just out of sight. She licked her lips without realizing she did, and had to take a second to refocus her mind on the matter at hand. Assisted hunt. Shared meal.

"Fish," Mitanni repeated, her tail giving an excited wag against her haunches as she strode a step nearer to the river's edge, "This is the first I've seen. And the luckiest we're going to get, probably." She hoped the implied acceptance was clear enough, and shot another glance at the blue-eyed stranger searchingly. "Don't suppose you have experience with this?"