Whitefish River Tokyo Drifting

He had spent a good portion of his day wadding in the river's waters and catching whatever he could. One fish, in particular, was his best catch, it was large and meaty, easily could feed at least three wolves, or more if they were smaller wolves like under a year's age if they weren't starving. Dripping wet, he came back to the hoard of which he was building, a pile of fish to dig and hide for later use should anyone get hungry with no fresh prey to catch. He was proud of his work this day and when a stranger was seen carrying off his biggest prize...

The painted knight jumped into action. The medium trout dropped to the ground in a wet slap as he ran off, quickly toward the dark stranger with a growl ripping through his chest. He knew times were tough, it wasn't a famine like earlier this year... but still, winter was the beginning of the end for most who were unprepared. If this one had not trespassed, he would have happily tossed her a fish. But this was unacceptable. 

Drop the fish and leave. This is your first and only warning. As Hiero always did, he offered a warning first. Tail lashing behind him with hackles slowly rising, time was ticking for this midnight woman, for her decision to be made. He could only hope she would do as he asked - maybe if they talked it out, he would be more open to show her how to fish and feed herself rather than just give her a meal to last one day.