Blackfoot Forest Some clever title name

Liri was quite talkative, Aveline noted, but she was friendly too. She nodded as Liri offered to hunt with Aveline. "Zat vould great." She told her with a very hungry stomach. She trotted up behind her and gazed into the water. How was a big wolf like her going to do this? Well, she's got to at least try. Barely making a sound -- which surprised even the ebony woman -- Aveline slipped into the water until it lapped at her paws. She peered into the soft waves, focusing her gaze on the shadey spots near clumps of rocks or aquatic plants. That's where most of them seemed to live. 

"I have not hunted for fish for a long vile. Forgive me if I am rusty." She told the white girl with a wide smile dancing upon her lips. She turned back to the water, intent on finding a nice, fat cfawfish. It was hard to cencentrate with a growling stomach, but Aveline made do and finally pinpointed her target. It was a small crawfish, meandering slowly around a clump of plants that waved in unison with the water. It would disappear for a split second only to reappear on the other side of the clump. Sure, it was small, but at least it was something.