Whitefish River here 2 china

At some point, the young grey wolf noticed her presence and regarded her with a curious look. He continued fishing a moment later, and Sigrún remained where she was, watching him work. The way he hunted the elusive fish was fascinating; for the longest time, he was as still and silent as a mountain, standing motionless for so long that a casual observer might have lost interest and looked away after a while. But then, in an explosion of movement, his head shot into the water like a silver lance and he quickly resurfaced with a fat, glistening fish clutched in his jaws. Sigrún couldn't help the grin that crept over her features as she watched. He made it look so easy that it was almost amusing to watch.

Much to her surprise, he caught a second fish and invited her to eat with him. Her smile was replaced by a more serious, wary expression. She was not accustomed to other wolves sharing their spoils with her. Where she had come from, each wolf fought for his fair share, and he ate when it was his turn -- not a moment before. Wolves certainly never went out of their way to accommodate strangers and invite them to share in their lunch. Sigrún was confused and, fearing trickery, very nearly considered turning around and leaving. But the empty growling and contorting of her stomach reminded her that she was very hungry, and the sight of the fish wriggling angrily on the bank made her lips tingle with saliva.

After a moment's hesitation, she walked slowly toward him, her frozen-seawater eyes following him watchfully. She wasn't afraid of him, of course. He may have been taller than she, but he was younger and presumably less experienced. She was confident that she could take him in a fight. But she had no desire to resort to that. It was her nature to question the motives of those she did not trust. Lowering her head, she sniffed the fish and then gingerly took it in her mouth. Carrying it between her teeth, she moved a few paces away and then set it down between her front feet. "Thank you," she said, still eyeing the young male. "I am not used to being offered food by those who do not know me. What is your name?"