the fish in the river- oh, sorry, i mean creek...

When he prepared to show her the next part of fishing, she asked him a question. You, English. Do you speak English? The ronin shook his head, saying "Iie Engrishu." to emphasize his point. He was learning though, slowly. But the firebrand wished to learn it soon enough so that he could find the Yoichi bastard.

He continued on with the lesson, wondering what in the name of the heavens convinced him to do so. Maybe it was how small she was that invoked the sense of protection that he had been born and trained with. He was certain she was a member of one of the packs that lived in this place, the multitude of wolf smells on her pelt was testament to that. But if she was part of a pack, then she obviously had food for the winter, correct?

Kizuato spotted a plump silver fish swimming gently at the bottom of the creek, within reach. He caught fish with his jaws; it was much easier than the method the cloud-wolf, and could produce more prey at the end of the day. The golden wolf peered intently at the fish, angling his head above the waters, waiting for it to be in the right position so he could strike out at it.