Gilded Bay Oceans don’t speak to each other, they just wave

Wraen felt a little awkward, when Gracious kindly gave up her own lunch for children that she did not know at all. There had been no intention to pry or beg, when she had told about her home, and even though you should never turn away a gift, it still did not sit entirely well. Food was hard to come by in the wilds, she would not want the other wolf to suffer later. 

"Tell you what - you eat a half and I will bring half home. I can't guarantee that those brats won't scrunch their noses, when a fish has been presented to them. They smell funny," she winked in good-natured humour. After the fish was split evenly between them, Wraen ate her half. All was well, until something grazed uncomfortably against her teeth and she spat out a little stone. 

"Well - that's a first," she remarked, looking down at the thing then up at Gracious. "Did you get just as lucky?"