Whitefish River Pale Underbelly

Sorry for the mismatch in posts! Currently working on writing style/post style here! Also love the go fish reference

Despite the encouragement from Marcus, the dark wolf kept his head even with his shoulder blades and refused to meet them. The scar on his mind was too fresh to raise them just yet, but he followed him dutifully nonetheless. Perhaps a newfound ally in the darkness of the world as it was now viewed through the younger ones eyes. He watched him with a clinical perspective as the russet wolf went through his routine, and his shorter tail lightly waved behind him to keep his balance as he moved closer to the water as instructed.

Wicken's head now hung over the water as he watched Marcus throughout his instruction; he was careful to absorb everything he was saying. He mulled it over with a small sliver of confidence while watching the older male succeed. Wicken loomed over the water himself, but all that faced him was a reflection he could not recognize. He bypassed it with a grimace, focusing on the fish in the river. They swirled back in slowly after the other fish was just snatched, but they did not meander for long.

His front paws were picked up, put down, and shuffled repeatedly as he tried to get a good angle, almost loosing his grip on the edge of the river several times. Frustration began to mount as well as anticipation when he finally saw the one he wanted. Yellow eyes zeroed in on the larger fish with complete concentration. He opened his maw in anticipation as he had seen his teacher do, prepared to lunge. It swam directly in front of the predator lying in wait, unaware of the danger it was in until it was too late.

Wicken lunged from the edge of the river into the chilly waters. The spring melt had definitely run off from the mountains giving the river a frigid temperature. The fish was quickly secured, but he had also jumped completely into the river to catch it rather than just his head. The young wolf cursed himself as he jumped quickly back onto the bank. If he had not been before, he was wide awake now. His tail wiggled behind him in the left over adrenaline from the hunt and cold chill of the river. The fish in his jaws jerked his head from side to side occasionally as he proudly brought it back to his teacher.

He rested it on the bank between them once it had stopped moving, assured it was now a carcass. Was that okay? Gleaming yellow eyes now looked to his newfound companions eyes for a mere moment before they dropped away again. He had almost forgotten.