Otter Creek Fishing is an art

Blue Willow laughed even harder I'm sorry Osprey I should have told you. she laughed again loving the joy she found on this day with her friend. The only female she talked to in the pack. She found it funny that the only two wolves she had developed friendships with were siblings. It made her laugh.

Blue Willow stepped into the shallows and watched the shadows flit and dart around and then with a swift deft move of her paw in a scooping motion she scooped out a fish and threw it to the bank. Quickly reaching the side of the creek, she dispatched it. Dealing a quick death bite to the otherwise silver scaled thing.