Big Salmon Lake THIS IS A ROBBERY

half way through tearing another hole in the salmon, the man glances up to the so-called owner of the salmon. the woman envelopes the sun, blocking it with her presence alone. long legs, beautiful, silky fur of the purest white he'd ever seen. but he has seen her before. 
he blinks, and returns to his meal. she was a sight for sore eyes but she wouldn't fill his belly. if she did, he'd be a cannibal.

ehh? fiesty. if it was yours why'd ya leave it? he asks as he smacks his lips on the meat. if it wasn't me taking it then it would've been the birds, or the coyotes, or the foxes, or even the bears!

he gulps down another chunk. listen toots, there's plenty of fishies for ya to damn fish out like ya did for this one. would ya mind going away? i don't wanna roughhouse with a lil lady. the mangy wolf sneers.