Duck Lake Follow your heart, little child of the west wind

Selena smiled politely and nodded as Sandulf shared the intricacies of fishing, not wanting to interrupt to tell him she was a bit of an expert herself. She was sure he knew more of the sport, she could see it in his confident posture. The man poised like an obsidian statue over the water, the illusion quickly shattered by his sudden cast. The precision was impressive and she took note. 

"I am, actually... but are you sure?" The woman flitted her ears and cocked her head slightly in question. Selena fought the urge to lick her chops, not wanting to come off as a starved mongrel. "Since you caught me one, what do you say you let me catch yours?" The smaller wolf beamed brightly at her potential customer, admittedly wanting to show him her own skill in the art.