Moonspear i want to know how it tastes

None. Her ears splayed in brief disappointment for his lacking luck. "Too bad.. Earlier, just a medium sized thing to hold me over. Awfully cold water," she shared with a frown and sounding relatively indifferent about her spoils. There had been bigger catches before, and neither had it been amazingly delicious. Nothing to write home about. "If.. I can get any more that are worth it, I may see if any the pups have an earnest appetite for fish. Their father does not." So that he could understand her odds here. "Did you come from up or down stream so far? The fall salmon runs never were too noteworthy on the mountain this year, so there has been little to do with fishing, truthfully. I am usually the only one at the water's edges like this," she sighed softly.  Her stare narrowed past him once more towards the waters. It was not the best season for this in general, sadly.