Whitebark Stream Her namesake

I hope you don't mind the change of plan. Sunny's response wouldn't make Fisher want to fight him. :'^) If he tries to steal again she will give chase, though.

Her expression became less hardened at his ashamed demeanor and the offered apology. A softness was even elicited from her intense eyes for just a moment when he explained his pack's dilemma. Morningside, Sunny... the names reminded Fisher of her natal pack, which southerners would have called Sunbeam. Perhaps it all struck close to home for her, swaying her from treating the stranger icily.

Though the wraith was still displeased with this adolescent named Sunny, she decided that she would help him. It was for the children, she told herself. Her eyes narrowed, and she said, Call me Fisher. Then, she turned back towards the stream, peering over her shoulder at Sunny. Come. You will learn to fish today. Fisher could have just given him a fish and had him be on his way, but this would be more helpful in the long run. Besides—she was stubbornly opposed to gifting him anything after his little stunt. The northerner wasn't quite that generous.