GOTCHA

Hattori wasn't a thief. It was true that his work as a shinobi often required...undesirable things of him, but on his own terms he'd never chose to stoop so low. Especially when it was just a fish on the line, barely enough to fill his empty stomach. It wasn't hard to spot the fisher woman, all purple and hunched over the side of the river with her back turned to him. He'd never seen a wolf with a coat like that but he supposed his world view was somewhat limited, if wolves could take after koi what was to stop them being purple, or blue?Emerging from the shadows with quiet steps,  Hattori observed the her form and the blatant lack of finesse. He wasn't a master fisherman by any stretch of the word, in fact he wasn't overly fond of water to begin with, but he'd seen others work and they'd not only made it seem effortless but elegant too. Like river otters twirling through the water. The fact she'd caught a fish at all seemed like a fluke or good luck, but regardless of his opinion he didn't care to say as much.

Instead he came to a stop some distance from her, sitting parallel as he observed the river. The water was a greyish-green, no doubt influenced by the foliage lining either side of the banks, but upon closer inspection he noticed the myriad of shadows swimming beneath the surface. Perhaps that's why she'd managed to catch a fish with such ease, simply because there were so many at paw.

"Good afternoon." That was all she was getting from him, unprompted at least.