Heron Lake Plateau I just woke up in my underwear

"Oh, fishing?" She knew a thing or two about that. Okay, not really. "My daddy fishes!" Quixote was the prime fisherman in the household to her, at least since he had brought back that fat fish that one time. There had more than likely been other times too, but she hadn't entirely forgotten her first experience with the slimy, scaly denizens of the lake either.

Nevermind that the dark-haired wolf hadn't exactly been fishing.

"Did you catch somethin'? Or see lots of them? I wanna see the fish but I'm not supposed to go in the water yet. Still too little," but not for long. No, she'd probably take charge on that first venture into the water the moment she got to. Or at least follow the lead that one of her siblings took, as at least Vasa or Owen were more adventurous in what they achieved.