Whitefish River So start me up and watch me go.

Speedy quietly listened to the girl's answer, and tilted her head again when she mentioned her ex girlfriend saving her life. Her kiss saved your life? She asked, intrigued. Was she being serious, or was she figuratively saying her kiss saved her life? Speedy could believe either way, being the hopeless romantic that she was, although, she'd been a little too wayward lately to really consider falling in love and settling down; not that love was something you could plan or anything, but moving around a lot made it harder to find, which she was okay with right now. She just wanted to have fun and meet new wolves.

She got the feeling the interesting stranger didn't like fishing but neither, really, did Speedy. I can't say I care much for it, Speedy replied, shaking her head a little. It takes too long and I don't really like to get wet, she added with a shrug. Most water was usually too cold for her liking, and she really didn't like the way her fur felt when it was wet; it made her feel dirty and cold. But, she would fish if she absolutely had to. So far, though, she had been able to find plenty of rabbits and birds to eat, and she would much rather hunt things that lived on land.