Lone Star Mountain Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it

Whrist looked the female over trying to guess her age, then ultimately gave up, perhaps this one had never lived on it's own and had never need to scrounge for food at every single opportunity  "hunting the things that live in the water," She shifted her head to point at the stream, then she wandered over to the waters edge being sure not to step into the water. She eyes looked over the surface of the water for any abnormal movement, she trotted up the streams bank a little ways and called back "Here!"

In the middle of the stream was a couple of salmon swiming not to far from eachother fighting the current as they were wont to do, Whrist waited to see if the other wolf would come up and help in this hunt.