Lake Rodney A dinner, a swim, and maybe even a friend

Yellow eyes traced her form, but not in an intrusive, way. He was assessing what would best for her to fish. She was a tiny thing. He was not used to so many smaller wolves, even his sisters were pretty large. She would do well, quick agile. Probably catch on pretty quickly.

He moved a little closer, russet red fur shimmered for a moment and he motioned her to follow him. First he spoke of moonglow. The love for his pack and his leader dripping into every syllable.

Probably, there are few others around here, most are allied or at least on friendly terms with Moonglow. We are run by our matriarch Kukutux. We are a pack of hunters and traders.

He made it to the crystalline water and studied the bottom. She would need to stay away from the more murky areas, because her paws might get stuck. So he found a spot with a slightly firmer ground and motioned.

You want to stand about knee high in the water. He moved into position, eyes on the water and the ripples that went outward.

Now you have to let it settle, then the fish they get a littel curious. Rivers are better for active fishing, but we can find a few here.

He studied and saw a fish dart by. He nodded towards it. With fish because of water and light. The shadows bend so you want to watch the shadows not the fish, and you always want to strike a little before it.