Whitefish River Gotta move on

Paeon was careful to avoid the nearby packs. Having had her previous experiences she knew that some were very protective and even if you didn't step foot on their claimed land, even being close caused some offense. She wasn't against meeting otherings or joining a pack down the line, but she still wasn't sure where she fit in amongst the packs of the Teekon Wilds and felt it right to be given an introduction or purpose of her visit rather than showing up on strangers doors.

There was still much of this region for her to explore and so she traveled into the Kintla Flatlands. Water was a common travel companion. It was a source of hydration, a lure for prey, and often a good marker on the map or natural path to follow. As Paeon trotted along the side of the river she could see several fish within it. She wasn't largely hungry, but she was beginning to consider grabbing a bite. After all, there is no harm in having a full belly.

As she thought it over and continued to walk she spotted a male wolf standing in the water. She could see his eyes following movement in the water and it didn't take her long to figure out that he was fishing, or trying to. He appeared somewhat lean for a wolf of his large size. Approaching the side of the bank she greeted him. "Hi there. Catch any of them yet?" she asked friendly.