Whitefish River she's a bad mama jama

The sudden bump of Evergreen's shoulder gave Dulce a sudden rush of warmth. It was one of the few times that she felt a real sense of comaraderie but expected that it wouldn't be the last. I've never been good at fishing, she admitted, finding the premise to be entirely intimidating. Water wasn't meant to be a wolf's terrain; who was she to question that boundary? Maybe you can teach me. I'll teach you how to better scout. Fair exchange, right?

There was a slight gap in the border's trail that gave some alarm. Dulce slowed and stepped off the side to stop and fill it. I want to be better at this, too. Admittedly, she wasn't the best fighter in the Wilds, but something told her that she might need to be, and soon.