Stone Circle I love cheap thrills!

It took a few minutes of intense concentration, but finally Brynn spotted a fish swimming towards her that would come close enough for her to grab. She waited for the moment it was about to move in front of her and shot her muzzle into the water in the spot the fish would soon be. When she lifted her head from the water, it was, sadly, without a prize clamped between her teeth. Dang, she said as she shook the water from her face. 

She was about to repeat the whole process over again, but she picked up the scent of one of her packmates, Steph. She was the wolf who had helped her taunt the giant buck at thir last pack hunt. She turned to the female and smiled before walking from the water to greet her. Afternoon, she said, pairing the words with a polite nod. Come to catch some fish, too? Brynn asked, still smiling.