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Breathless with victory, Fable watched as Hanako flipped the fish over on to dry land. After watching it flop limply for a moment she leaned down and snapped its neck decisively. Better a clean death than gasping for air - or worse, flopping back into the quickly flowing river. "By the way, I'm Fable!" She said, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. Being out of the pack lands was so much more exciting than she'd thought. The young wolf stared back at their beached quarry, her tail tip waving as she observed the color of scales, size, and shape. She started to attention as Hanako nudged her; it was easy to fall back into a comfortable camaraderie. There was never an unfriendly face in Abaven - in fact, she'd been lucky to have only met friends wherever she roamed. Of course, feeding everyone she met made it easy to get on their good side. "Oh cripes," she said, eyeing the huge shape that lurked among the river mud. The fish was monstrously huge. "I'm game if you are," Fable agreed, arcing her brows in a friendly challenge. The fun part about fishing was that they didn't usually bite back - although this one looked likely to. "Do you have a plan? I don't think it would fit in this pool."