Big Salmon Lake And I Ran

On his approach he'd just assumed her to be a runt, or a juvenile of some description. So of course when she'd finished her little dance-escape he wasn't quite ready for the vaguely familiar face to be looking at him. He'd paused when she spoke, her lineage was even more obvious than his own. He couldn't help but take note of her dishevelled appearance, the fresh scars and less than well fed physique, by all outward appearances she was a downright miserable sight. Huh, here I was thinking you were just a runty wolf. He spoke in an offhand tone with little regard given for her previous statements, he was still a little surprised to see another hybrid, even a pathetic looking one. Can't fish either huh? I never quite picked up that trick either. The hybrid tilted his head with a shrug. Fishing wasn't his thing at any rate. Opting to keep his distance he remained on the shore, as jumpy as she seemed he had no real desire to add to her apparent stress. Of course, essentially trapping her in the water probably wasn't helping. So how'd you end up here, and in such a sorry state? We don't get many of our kind here. True story, he'd only come across one other hybrid in his time in the wilds. Actions Speech