Whitewater Gorge This fish filet is heaven

The wolf stopped and asked her what it was she wanted. But Zarya still was positive on what she desired herself, but she knew she wanted him to stay. She had to think of something to do so. The only reasonable explanation would be help, even though she hated to ask for it. "I... umm. Would you help me?" 

Cringing at her own words she shot a glance at the river as if it explained everything she was trying to say. Zarya was independent, liked to do things on her own and most of the time alone too. This was a special case, she was confronted with many problems, all with so many angles. She had chosen life, as she always did.