Qeya River subsistence

Angler tilted his head. A pack that sat on a lake seemed to be the perfect place to fish all day, yet they had a cache, it made sense why they weren't interested in something that could take all day or in food that spoiled faster than most wolves cared for. yet he still could not wrap his head around sitting on a lake and not knowing about salmon and roe, good old roe.

"Fish make up the bulk of my meals, they're my snacks to end all snacks. And it's true that they are heading up to your lake, these fish go to a lake to mate and die, and their bodies feed the scavengers as the lake freezes over, and than - Ah, but I get ahead of myself."

Angler turned around and sat again, eyes over the water, he would let the pup sit as close as they needed.

"Your pack would do good to feed off all this roe, found on the shores of your lake, up and down your river. Roe is fish babies, their soft and squishy, and a little like bird eggs and a little like wolf wombs. All you need to know truly is that they are delicious, easy to forage, and a hardy meal if you know how to find the hidden nest."

Angler went on, one that sat and listened figured out quickly he was a fish fanatic and a guide.

"You can find these salmon's bounties in places the water lulls, where they can rest and lay the beauties. But if you follow those hugelings, those ones are the males, t=you'll find their noses are soecced for the water and will pinpoint these eggs. They'll cover them, and you just have to come up and dig it out."