Whitefish River she's a bad mama jama

Though the touch is brief, Eve is glad Dulce does not shy away—maybe a bit of a test to see if she was alright with him showing affection more often. He likes to with wolves he cares about.

“Yeah! That sounds like fun.” Mostly the fishing part. He’s giddy about the idea of helping teach another his skills, and the possibility of gaining some more friends to chill and fish with. It does not seem to be a very popular sport. Overall it’s an excellent deal, he’ll get experience in a trade he’s not great at, teach someone to fish, and get to know Dulce better.

Fortunately she’s paying better attention than he is with marking the borders. There is a gap he hadn’t noticed until she started covering it. At first, he’s taken by surprise and thinks she means… peeing, but that doesn’t, uh, make much sense. “Maybe we could spar, too?”