Big Salmon Lake Business in the Front

The soft plume of his tail rest beside haunches, wrapping tightly around Marcus as he sat lakeside. A small wrinkle formed on top his snout as the stench of wet and fish rose steadily from the placid waters below. No longer was the lake just something pretty to look at, all iced over and solid. It was a source of food once more, and he was hungry.

The clear sky above worked in his favor, as Marcus was able to quickly spot a few small fish lingering in the more shallow areas near the shore. It had been forever since he had last dunked his entire face into any body of water, and that was for a good reason. He hated it. Hated fishing. Hated water. But he had no luck with prey on land as of late so, here he was. 

Marcus muttered a few unmentionables before plunging into the water. His paws and open mouth found a wriggling fish at the exactly same time, the weight of the wolf alone would snap its spine and make for an easy catch. Brute force when fishing was highly underrated.

The red wolf retreated, his front half sopping wet while his butt stayed fuzzy... but he had his meal. He looked dumb, but he had his fish.