Totoka River Flowers are happy things.

He admitted he had never tasted fish. It was quite different from their usual meals, and not every wolf necessarily liked the taste. She wondered if he would. Maybe you'll get to try it today, she said hopefully. It took some trial and error, but she was confident he'd be able to catch a fish. The moment seemed to have come for him to get one, but the fish struggled and Dante didn't have a good grip on it. He lost it, and not without proof. Oh! Looks like he got a little piece of you there, she said, looking at the cut. She giggled, smiling at his 'slippery devils' comment.

She nodded to his suggestion about he going next. Alright, but you have to take a bite of one if I catch it! she countered. She wanted him to have the chance to try a new food today. She turned her head towards the water, and waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, a fish swam close enough. Her head shot into the water, and her teeth sunk into the head of the fish. Bringing herself and it out of the water, it struggled furiously, almost knocking her off balance. She moved to shore and climbed onto the bank, fish still struggling to get free. She went several feet away from the river, not wanting it to flip itself back in the water. Holding it down with a paw, she lifted her head with a smile to Dante, panting slightly.