Whitefish River if you’re feeling what i’m feeling

Placing the fish ashore where it is close enough to chase any pesky scavengers away, Eve returns to his spot—prepping to go again. Winterbourne tries his hand, and unfortunately comes up empty this time. Still, Eve is beyond happy that he can share his beloved sport with him, and hella impressed by how quickly he is getting used to it. He perks up with excitement at his mate’s suggestion;
Yeah! That would be great, I, uh, think we can manage that.
Just to further prove Evergreen’s lucky streak—or perhaps, as he is gradually accepting as skill—the bearish wolf darts after another, a medium sized fish, which he manages to snag the mid-section of. Typically, the spot isn’t preferred, but it is better than nothing, and the fish doesn’t get away from his jaws despite it’s flailing attempts.