Whitefish River if i had a boat

@Juno!

Siv liked to consider herself a good fisher, but really she had stolen her technique from another form of wildlife. When she had been younger, she’d wandered off to find a grizzly bear fishing for her cubs. While it was not smart for a wolf to peer so closely at a mother bear, Siv had found the means witch which the bear seemed to catch her prey to be quite productive. After several failed attempts, the Savoy girl had come to find that she too could catch the salmon as it leapt from the river upstream. Now, the only difficulty in that was wading out into the water. The time of year meant that there was a nasty chill to the liquid; it stung against her skin, causing the coywolf to hiss in surprise. Tip-toeing carefully, the she-wolf padded to the center of the river and glanced down at the falling water with wide baby blue eyes. “Alright, you little fuckers, come on up,” she grumbled at the water that only continued to splash downstream without a single sign of fish. A heavy frown seemed to crease the girl’s narrow muzzle and she lifted a single paw out of the water to shake it off. The cold was already getting to her; Siv wondered how she would be catching fish during the winter months. Just then, from the base of the small drop in the river, a large salmon sprung up to where Siv stood. She shrieked in surprise and darted her mouth forward, clamping down on the fish with as much force as she could muster. With fish in muzzle, the honey-colored wolf darted back to the bank where she dropped the fish on a nearby stone and beamed down at it with wide eyes.