Qeya River Ocean glass

Part of her secretly hoped the she-wolf would notice and take pity on her, perhaps share her catch, yet that didn't happen. It was was probably just as well; accepting charity from perfect strangers didn't sit right with Wildfire. She expected the other woman to take off after polishing off her repast, yet instead she turned and jogged over to the yearling. The piteous way she looked at her didn't feel too great, nor did her simpering tone. But pride be damned. This was a famine and Wildfire needed all the help she could get when it came to obtaining food.

Not bothering to ask how the stranger knew she was struggling so badly with fishing, Wildfire simply replied, "If you have any pro-tips, I'm all ears." Yes, fine-tuning her skills would serve her far better than accepting any handouts. "You know what they say: give a wolf a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a wolf to fish and you feed him for a lifetime." She paused, then added, "I'm Wildfire, by the way."