Otter Creek Fishing

[size=x-small]Moar fishing![/size]

Eager to impress his new leaders and climb the ranks in his new pack, Koda had come to the creek that day to see if he could find some good fishing spots. So far, the search hadn't been very productive. Most of the fish that lived in the winding stream were too small to bother catching. Even a pup could eat them in one bite. Koda made a mental note to never come down to the creek looking for a good meal.

He smelled the other wolf before he saw her, and decided to go see if she was having better luck. He didn't have to go far before he spotted her, a member of his pack he hadn't yet encountered. And she had managed to find a decently sized fish.

He hung back and quietly observed the events unfolding before him. The she-wolf made a grab for the fish, but she lost her footing and fell into the water with a loud splash. Koda had to bite his tongue to keep himself from erupting with laughter. Were all the girls in this pack so klutzy?

Koda waded out into the cool water to the fallen wolf's side. "Hey, let me help you up," he said, offering his shoulder to the girl for support.