Stone Circle Lost and found

Evergreen found himself torn between calming the laughter that threatened to spill from his lips and disheartened at the expressions Ira wore. As he said; fish really wasn't for everyone (Mista sure didn't like it). Nonetheless, the activity itself reminded him of home; of his mother, who despite her disability, mastered the trade and took him on as her apprentice. He sat, grinning ear to ear, as Ira "savored" the taste.

See? They taste differently depending on their environment and kind, too, the bearish wolf hummed, ears perked. There were only a handful of times he ever fished in the sea, but the shellfish and fish there had a unique salty flavor; unlike the rivers and lakes. Oh, nah. My ma... taught me how to fish since I wasn't very good at hunting small land prey. Uncle Kaisyn liked to hunt birds and rabbits. Sometimes together we'd down a deer, but we never had enough wolves to try going after moose. Bucks were a danger themselves, and the small family unit was down a member in those situations as is. Thistle and Kaisyn weren't bulky like Evergreen, either.

Mr... uh, Greyback, mentioned Easthollow hunts bison, he paused, glancing curiously at Ira this time. Have you hunted them? What's it like?