you were broken bad yourself

*Psalm* · 07-11-2021, 11:02 PM

Fishing... that was something that eluded Psalm. Point her at a land animal and she could tell you a good way to take them down, had a mind for working out hunting plans and even was learning how to render other parts of kills and what they could be used for outside of feeding the pack and family... but fish? Fish she couldn't seem to wrap her head around. She had tried a few times on her own to catch them and had only had soaked paws to show for it and despite her desire to learn some part of her was loath to admit she was failing at fishing, the deep-seated fear of her father's rejection keeping her from admitting her own weaknesses.

So when she spotted Solo eyeing up the river she couldn't help but be filled with curiosity. Psalm was not a competitive wolf, had never felt the need to outdo her siblings, all she had cared about was her father's attention and had never struggled with it from her own perspective but there was something unsettling to her about the idea of Solo being better at hunting than she was... because that was who she was, she was the daughter who had followed in her father's footsteps. But as Solo glanced over his shoulder and gave her an energetic greeting Psalm felt her nerves loosen. She approached his side, lowering herself carefully to avoid casting her shadow over the surface of the water.

"You know... I've never really had any luck with fishing." She admitted softly, feeling the weight of the words she'd never shared with anyone else lifting from her shoulders.

"Speech"

Art by SardonicCitrus

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