Whitefish River You Look Like A Nice Person

She had moved a bit away from the water’s edge, obviously on guard yet Evergreen remains in his world of daydreams and denial. It is easy to brush off the stunned look seemingly frozen upon the fiery pup’s face, if only because the bear thinks fish are the coolest and being able to introduce them to someone so young is… well, awesome.
Emerging onto the bank, he is soaked—dripping water along the soften soil-sand mixture. He resists the urge to shake himself, and instead, places the fish on the ground. The pup responds via barking and growling, almost as if she was here to show who the fish who is boss. Eve can’t help chuckling.
So, this is a fish. It won’t hurt you, he explains—especially since the bear made sure to show mercy and end it before tiny teeth could mar it. He lays back down, this time allowing his paws to wrap around the fish as he begins to clean the scales off it to get to the meat. Come sniff and eat.