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Ilya watched with excitement as Andalusia spotted a fish, her focused distracted as she respectfully stayed still to avoid disrupting the water or scaring the fish. She frowned, however, as she watched the face come up with an empty jaw, water dripping from her snout before her eyes darted to the shadow. The black females eyes followed and the shimmering figure of the salmon came near. She remained frozen, but was ready to strike when it came close enough.

Soon enough, it was near. It had slowed after getting far enough away from it's previous attacker, and Ilya feared it might swim to the other side of the stream; however, it did not. She lowered her head slowly, her blue eyes narrowed and pinned to the fish. In one quick movement the wolf's head was underwater, powerful jaws clamping down on the spot she'd aimed. Unlike her partner, she felt the familiar, scaly texture of the fish as she bit down, hard this time. The female raised her head, water dripping from the girls head as the others did. Ilya's tail wagged and she let out a muffled woof of excitement, pleased with her first attempt at catching salmon. While she was sad her partner had not caught one right away, she wondered if she would want to continue or if she was more interested in sharing the fish. She did not mind either decision.