cattails

The guy was fishing. Not just fishing but using contraptions to do it for him. She didn't know how to feel about that. Wren had been taught to fish a certain way, the more feral way. Using traps seemed... alien to her. The young woman tilted her head at his efforts but knew to keep her mouth shut. She understood from looking that the traps would catch more fish than one paw alone. "Hey." Was all she hoped to say at the moment, trying to process.

She walked a bit closer, still keeping distance in case his façade was a ruse. Even he was strange to look at, but she'd seen stranger folks on her travels. His mess of mane-like hair was enough for her to shudder inwardly. Imagine trying to keep that all clean! "Fishing, huh?" Wren ventured after a beat "need any help?" He seemed to got it on lock, but she had to ask anyway. "I know it takes more time to fish with a single paw but I can do it."

She shrugged. "I don't have traps to help me like you do." And she won't ask him to share with a total stranger either!