Whitebark Stream You shouldn't eat that

Connor peered into the pack's namesake & watched the fish beneath its surface dart around. Fish were baffling creatures. Seeing as they lacked fur and feathers, how did they not freeze in the winter? Well, they were here now, & he would take advantage of that (or try to, anyway). Stepping into the frigid shallows, Connor stood perfectly still & waited for a fish to swim by before pouncing snout-first, but all he caught when his jaws snapped shut was water.

Pulling back, he shook his fur out, which now stood on end to try & regain some semblance of warmth. He was reluctant to try again.