Two Rivers Isle Epic Meal Time

Oh yeah, if wolves had the phsyical power to do a 'high five'; he probably wood. Luck was on his side, for once. He won, just by a measily fish but it was a rather strong, overpowering feeling. His confidence and pride were beaming. The frozen water still bit him like a biatch, every step, every breath, every tidbit of his body hurt. It took him every power not to shiver as he tried to get warm again. 

"Thanks. I got lucky, just this once!" Epic wanted to protested in his own defence as Cry spoke, before the ebony male came over and let go of this most valuable fish. "Woah. No way!" That fish, the fatty one, was special. To him it felt like winning the lottery. His stomach smiled for once. Like a hungry puppy he gobbed the fish down, not paying much attention to his eating manners. Now there were six fish left and Epic felt like sharing. 

"Here..." He mumbled, his mouth still half-filled with fish. "You can have this one or this. Dory or Finding Nemo." But there was a (fishy) catch! "If you tell me about yourself. Your name and what's your story?" Epic wanted to learn more about his fishy friend.