Fishes and Friends? [Maverick]

N/A · 03-09-2013, 07:31 PM

Shifting his weight on his paws, Maverick continued to stand and scrutinize the girl, perplexed as to how she managed to catch that fish. He'd tried before, many times. He was a decent swimmer and loved the water, but the creatures that lived in it always seemed to elude him. She wasn't any older than he, who had taught her to catch fish? He supposed her mother must've, as that was traditional. Still, why hadn't his father or mother bothered to teach him? Mav gave a sigh. She spoke up, giving her name and asking his. She seemed rather chipper. Maverick. He very rarely gave his full name, even though it was customary to do so back home in Seracia. He figured wolves outside of his pack probably didn't care much about his lineage. My mom hasn't taught me about catching fish yet. He huffed at the end of his phrase, jealous that she knew something he didn't. Still, he was a yearling now and needed to learn to fend for himself, even if Adette still kept an insanely watchful eye on him. Can you show me? The fox colored boy took a few steps closer, examining the fish by lowering his head down to ground level and peering at it with vibrant green eyes. Do they even taste good? He wagged his tail lightly, hoping she could show him how to catch fish.

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