Blacktail Deer Plateau Mama said, burn your biographies

Eyes of fire remained trained on the water below, trailing after each fish that drifted by; they were scattered, still spooked by his previous attempt, but gradually becoming bolder. If he could just wait it out for a little bit longer, he was certain he would be able to nab a fish—wasn’t this supposed to be an inherited skill? The uppik used to tell him all about how wolves of the north excelled at fishing, able to pluck the slippery creatures from the water with ease. Was he just not trying hard enough? Pointing his muzzle downwards, he focused on what he wanted to do and struck—

When he pulled his head back out of the water, there was a fish clasped tightly between his jaws. Aningan immediately reversed away from the water’s edge, not wanting to risk dropping his catch. It was then that he heard a crack nearby and nearly dropped his fish as he whipped his head around to see what it was—or who, rather.

“Roshuhleen!” he called out around his catch, overjoyed. Whether or not she responded, the boy bounded over and deposited the limp meal before her, a grin on his face and tail wagging a mile a minute. “I caught a fish,” he said, prouder than a peacock. “Are you trying to catch some, too?” Maybe he could help!