Qeya River subsistence

Angler let off a sigh of relief at the wolves calling. A young one, and he wasn't hostile. He looked old enough for pack rules to stick in his memory, so this river must be safe. Although he had to question that, had this pup not been told of spawning? Nature's fishy feast?

He put on a cheery disposition, one that would let the wolf know he was no foe. His tail wagged and his ears sat forward loosely.

"Yes, the river is teaming with fat catches! A sign fall is going out. I've been taking advantage of it all this season, I'm getting some roe right now!"

Angler came from behind the rock and sat down on the banks, approaching seemed too friendly just yet.