Water Days

The giant she-wolf was focused on her task, eventually getting her own fish. Claws neatly curved into the flesh, though he was a little…put off…by how she stared at it for a moment before killing it. Thoren remained still, not wanting to scare his own fish off as she flung hers to shore. He chuckled as she groomed her paw but he didn’t comment. Why bother if she was just going to gut another fish with it?

He nodded as she mentioned some were different. “I see too.” He answered, looking down at the different fish that swam around. “Where you from?” He asked, curious where such monster sized wolves came from…so he knew where not to go. Suddenly, Thoren dove down, snapping at a fish before coming back up to the surface (with fish in tow hopefully).