Lost Creek Hollow Would you patrol its yellow lights?

The recently-rechristened-Brou was arrowing her way along some of the various pathways of the packlands, changing direction almost at random as she strode busily forth with her tail held high. She didn't really care where she ended up; she was just enjoying the sights of late summer and the smorgasboard of scents the warm air was offering up. When a particularly pungent odor caught her nose, however, she immediately turned and surged in that direction with even more eagerness. She didn't really recognize the scent of the wolf that accompanied it, nor his companion who joined him a moment later, but their individual identities were almost smothered entirely by the far-more-interesting taste of finny things beckoning to her on the wafting air.

It took her a little while to get there, but Brouhaha's legs were growing stronger and steadier by leaps and bounds with all the exploring she'd been engaging in, and she arrived at speed without letting anything deter her along the way. Hey! she near-shouted in greeting with cheery, eager excitement. She did possess just enough of an inkling of politeness to slow her steps as she approached the younger wolf, cocking her ears and tilting her head as she angled her nose investigatively downward toward the largish, slighty-ripe fish the little wolf with the sunny fur had clasped awkwardly between his front paws. Does it taste better when it's naked? asked Brou in fascination as she watched the youngster ripping its multiscaled shiny skin off. The stuff glittered so beautifully in the sun, the miniature rainbows it threw off almost hypnotically pretty. Brou had to admit she was a little jealous; wouldn't it be glorious to wear something like that?

Her eyes belatedly tore themselves away to trail over the adult in the room with less interest, up until she spotted the not-quite-so-smelly catch that was being dropped between his front paws, looking somewhat less impressive in comparison to the big wolf than the fishies did when sized against a smaller pup. Ooh, you brought me one, too! squealed Brou eagerly, lunging forward to snatch with clumsy enthusiasm at the thing with her own small, sharp white teeth. She had at least a vague inkling that this was perhaps not exactly the fate this stranger had intended for his prize, but Brou was also quite used to seeing other grownups bringing her mother all these gifts of Arbiter-appeasing tribute kind offerings of food while the alpha was preoccupied trying to raise her wild brood, so it wasn't as presumptuous a move as it might on the surface seem. Not quite, anyway.