Redhawk Caldera goldsun

"Well... I have no idea, what the Big Fish think or dream about. If I start to think about too much, it might get difficult to tackle them in a... I forgot the word... oh, spar or maybe hunt them to deter them from eating other puppies," Dwin rambled, leaning down to sniff out the edge of, where the ice-cap met the ground, as if expecting to one of the dreaming fish appearing now. "I mean - if you thought that fish had thoughts also, would it not make them harder for you to fish and eat?" she looked up at Teya. 

"Or... what if you eat that fish and its thoughts and then you wake up one day and are half-fish/half-wolf inside your head?" now that was an entirely new train of thought. According to that logic Dwin's brain should have been a composition of rodent and lagomorph thoughts. Brains of bigger animals had always been eaten by craftier people, who knew, how to get them out of the skull dish. "Have you ever felt like a fish?" she asked.