Whitefish River Misty Morning

Koda shrugged. "It might sound a little silly but it works," he replied. Granted catching a stick was a lot easier than catching a fish, but point was to practise catching a moving target with your teeth. Then when it came time to grab an actual fish you'd be less likely to miss and let it get away.

The gray wolf watched Peregrine from the shore, quietly eating his catch as the dark wolf scanned the shallow water for a fish of his own. Several minutes passed, and just as Koda finished off the last of his meal Peregrine had decided to call it a day, returning to the bank to dry out his wet fur.

"Aw, I'm sorry you didn't catch anything," Koda said, pushing himself up into a sitting position. "I hope I was helpful to you, anyhow." Fishing could be a challenge for wolves, a species more suited to hunting large hoofed animals, but once mastered it was a great way to grab an easy meal. "Keep practising, it takes time to get good at this stuff. But I think you've got what it takes." He assured the other wolf.