Ocean's Breath Plateau white fang

Things were changing here in Moontide. It wasn't necessarily visible, but the emotions running through the pack were perceptible to the young Kitimat.

For his part, he continued working to provide for and defend his family. Fishing, hunting, patrolling—whatever it took (successful or not) he would make sure he did his part to ensure their safety and success.

Today, the boy was fishing. One of the tide pools along the shore was cool but stirring, teeming with quarry. He stood at its edge, waiting for an opportunity.

Fish were more difficult to snare than land animals, he thought. They were slippery, and retreated into a maze of shadows and deceit that those on land could not. That, plus their ability to breathe underwater. . .

His muzzle was dripping; he'd failed a few times already, but persisted.