Big Salmon Lake Mmm, salmon!

He shrugged, Maybe, but I'm not too good at fishing, so I won't hold my breath, he replied with a smile. Did she see what he did there? He chuckled, a little nervously, at his attempt at a joke.

His ears perked when she mentioned her pack. Oh, I recently met a young girl from there- Amelie, I believe her name was. She was... having some boy trouble, he replied. It had been interesting coming upon her in the tall grass. He was surprised she had been out and about instead of within her pack lands. But, he was not her father, so he had no place to tell her to go home. He shrugged a little before answering her question, Well, the game isn't as abundant, though they do cross the sandbar from time to time. It's nice in that there aren't many spots a wolf can sneak onto the island, so security is easy. The crabs are crabby, though. His tongue briefly ran over the spot the crab had pinched him. It had heeled well, though the memory was still there.