Totoka River It’s Not Much, But It’s Honest Work

Donovan watches her casually, tall form unintentionally squared off. Head held high and confident and he rolls his eyes with a smile at her excuse of not being able to fish. “Wouldn’t want to learn?” Then he looks down at the water his eyes catch a small silver fish flitting by his massive paw. Instantly his jaws open and his head disappears into the water with a splash. He’s only submerged for a second, for when he brings his head up from its downward position the fish that’s only about four inches long is caught in his dangerous jaws.

He smirks over to her with the fish in his mouth and walks towards the ashen wolf to drop the fish before her confidently. “It’s easy if you have quick reflexes.”

His paws carry him back into the water. “Last chance.” He says teasingly with a cocked brow and a smile.