Ouroboros Spine a place in the clouds

Bright blue eyes danced in Angel Oak's features. Arrluk offered his usual soft smile and nodded to her. Of course you can. I'm guessing you enjoy to fish then? His words are soft, quieter, given what he was in the middle of doing. His head lowered, being still as to try and have the fish not take much note of him as a threat. Yet his ears remained forth, listening for the other wolf's words. 

Arrluk had every intention to try and maintain the trader lifestyle which his parents had created. Ajei had practiced many times with his mother on making pelts. Arrluk did not as much, for his interest lied in fishing and herd hunting. Yet Ajei did not enjoy to hunt red meat. He would make the kills, she would skin and prepare them. 

His thoughts lingered to their annual hunt which they often left their lands to do among others packs. Arrluk felt himself a bit more reluctant when it came to this.