Greatwater Lake Peter Pan, that's what they call me

Cadeau spit the stick out with a childish pout, grunting as she watch the not-fish sink back into the water where it came from. She puffed her cheeks out as she examined the stream again in hopes she could find a legitimate fish in its depths. She heard laughter, flustered Cadeau saw a rather beastly wolf standing across the opposite side of the bank. He evidently found her mistake amusing, she looked like a kicked puppy.

"I get that a lot," Cadeau said with a light tone, shaking her head with a smile to show there was no harm done at his humor of her 'fish'. As he expressed he was eager to meet someone who also fished, she couldn't help but quip jokingly. "Do sticks really count though to be considered a fisherwolf?'