The Tangle Got a secret, can you keep it

Her scarlet voice brings his mind back from the odd purgatory of memories that he often finds himself. Turning himself to face her he shakes his head. “No thanks. You caught it, you deserve to keep it.” He says quietly, beginning to saunter over to the river.

His paws hit the water and the cool liquid surrounds him up to his elbow. His chin tucks and the plume of his neck frames his face handsomely. His eyes shoot all throughout the water, keeping horribly still until he snaps downwards, mouth open with the intent to catch the fish that swims by his arm. After breaching the water, his teeth latch onto the medium sized fish of the mysterious kind and he pulls his head from the stream. Fish in mouth, he saunters back to shore only briefly lying his eyes onto the female beside him before flopping his body down to eat his fish. Teeth crunching down the animal viciously, he hadn’t known how hungry he was due to all his attention being on the she-wolf, making sure she doesn’t run away.