Whitewater Gorge This fish filet is heaven

She asked for help, and Kaertok sighed. He wondered what it was about him that made her think he was the helpful type. As a wolf of Tartok, he had been raised to help his pack, sure; but a stranger? Not only that, but a stranger who seemed uncertain of herself? Something about it didn't sit well with him.

Help with what? he asked. Kaertok had to assume she meant help with fishing, which wasn't really his specialty. He worked better with a larger team, taking down larger prey. When he had to, he could hunt smaller game for himself, but fish would never be his strong suit.