Salmon Fishing

Jynn chuckled as Wren explained she was tone deaf but agreed that entertainment was good for festival. She nodded. "I'd be honored! Of course that assumes this idea gets off the ground. Still, you don't know until you try." She'd be down to try a solo but wasn't sure of her ability to entertain a crowd by her lonesome. Wren explained the pack would be up north and she nodded.

Her attention was stolen from the other wolf as a large, silvery salmon raced toward them. Jynn tensed, her limbs coiled. As the fish leapt she launched her head forward, jaws flung wide, snagging it right around the tail. The fish twisted and flailed. Jynn swiftly retreated farther from the shore before dropping the fish and biting into the gills where she assumed the neck would be. Huzzah! Dinner!