Whitefish River maybe that makes me a fool

Ira blinked between the fish and the bear. She had never understood his fascination for sea creatures, the taste had never been appealing, but it would be rude to deny his catch if he has sought it out for her. Additionally, the grip on her stomach made food sound like a great idea, even fish seemed to strike a chord in her mind and stomach as appetizing. Weird... A meal sounds lovely, thank you Evergreen. Do you have other business? Surely he hadn't come just to deliver the fish. She was more than capable of pulling a meal from the cache or hunting something down on her own.