Broken Antler Fen mapledrop

He grinned as she gave him an appraising look. "Perhaps," he echoed before quipping, "is there a specialty for wolves who punch fishes in their faces?" He waved his tail, laughing lightly at his own joke.

He looked down at the sleek trout, its scales glistening in the April sunshine. He'd never eaten much fish. It required too much patience and stillness, and Larkspur had never let them sit still for very long. With that thought in mind, Tambourine decided today was the day he embarked on the journey to become a boring old fisherman.

"If you have the patience to teach," he said a bit more earnestly, "I'm willing to learn. More than."