Totoka River be the hunter and the hunted

As he approached Corvo thought the stranger held the appearance closer to a coyote than a wolf. His tawny pelt was a mixture of tans and creams, with the same disheveled texture Corvo remembered seeing in any coyotes he'd run across in the past, which didn't happen to be many. What he did remember in these few instances was that coyotes were scrappy. Looking at this male now, Corvo got the impression the same held true in this case. 

He watched as the male placed a possessive paw over the fish, eyes locked, waiting for the punchline. So was Corvo, who stood back a safe distance, not interested in getting close enough to scrap. 

The impolite greeting he received might have struck a fighting spark in him on a worse day, but today Corvo found a bit of dark humor in it. With a huff, he replied, "Not too sure, but I'd guess a hungry loner." He shook his head. "I'm not here to steal your catch. Just to warn you that there are others in the area that might, if you haven't run into them already."