Two Rivers Isle a proper story

It was bondafide dumb luck that she had caught the fish, and the universe had balanced itself immediately thereafter. She's disappointed, sure, but she's no worse off than expected. Her ears go back, and she feels an odd heat fill them as the male makes a low rumble. She thinks it's a growl at first, and she's about to get offended, but the sound works into a crescendo until she can distinguish it as laughter. That almost offends her, too, because she'd like to see him give it a go— but it's only a moment before she's laughing, too.

"Well, shit, honey," Cypher says, between laughter. "You gotta be more direct."

She peers down at the water and the fish are gone. It stands to reason that they'd have fled after such an assault, but Cypher had a small hope the one she'd caught might've been injured or belly up. Her luck had been spent on catching it in the first place. Her shoulders roll in a shrug, and the she-wolf politely steps back away from the male to give her head a good shake.

"I'm Cypher, by the way," she tells him.

"Cy for short."

She exchanges a few more shallow pleasantries with the fellow, and perhaps they fish some more, but their efforts prove to be unsuccessful and they eventually part ways.