Whitefish River Flow with the river

Amaguq's ears were quick to find the source of the barks. His eye took a little longer. A male wolf was fishing nearby and thought to give him a fishing lesson. The white wolf felt a little embarrassed but approached the fisherman for a closer look. There was no way he could hide his inexperience in fishing.

And if you don't know it, you better learn it. The more tools you have to survive this world, the better!

As a wolf from the Northern Lands, Amaguq was used to see white wolves, cream-colored ones at best, since they're the coats that best camouflage in the never-ending winter. Seeing a wolf with tones of brown and grey in his fur was... invigorating! He loves the North with all his heart, but the more he heads South, the more his eye gets to rest from the blinding white and finally gets to know the colors of the world.

As he closed in on the stranger, Amaguq was further surprised: from afar, that wolf's movements and his carefree vibe made Amaguq believe he was but a pup who had barely completed his first year. Only when he got close enough had he realized that the fisherman was older. Not as old as Amaguq... Maybe three-years-old?

"Greetings, traveler!" His plumed tail waved in a greet. Amaguq hasn't seen another wolf in a long time: the only thing that was hiding his excitement was the fact that he was hungry and tired: but his golden eye gleamed with joy!
He then focused on the fisherman's submerged paw, curious to see how it would snatch a fish.