Whitefish River if i had a boat

Kind of short... sorry <3

There was a God! Siv’s slender muzzle split into a wide grin the moment she heard the other wolf call out in praise at the catch that she had made. Flicking her bright gaze upwards, she locked her baby blue eyes on the stranger who was watching from a short distance down the river. “You bet your sweet ass it was,” Siv hollered back in response, her tail flagging behind her. It was something she was only mildly proud of. It very well may have been the fact that she hadn’t hunted in a month or more, and she had expected to be rusty… like bad rusty. Siv had anticipated that she would have fallen into the river at least three times before she was able to make a catch. Somehow, she’d landed it on the first go. “Come have a bite,” she called out to the stranger with a wave of her muzzle for the other wolf to come closer. The Savoy girl was in a superb mood after having landed her catch, so there was nothing wrong with sharing with a loner. The coywolf female had yet to notice the injuries that her praising companion had sustained, so she waited with a slightly impatient wag of her tail, tongue lolling out of the corner of her mouth.