Paint the Sky with Fire

Movement caught his attention, a dark colored she-wolf approaching the pond. Tyr skittered backwards, giving her unimpeded access. She seemed to be willing to leave him be, but the pack-scent she carried urged him to caution. Pack wolves were not, in his experience, very welcoming of crippled vagabonds intruding on their space. Granted this territory belonged to no pack, but that often didn't matter when a wolf was looking for a convenient excuse to chase off an interloper like himself.

The other wolf crouched by the pond, sticking her muzzle in the water. For a moment Tyr was puzzled - she was obviously not drinking, she couldn't very well lap at the water like that, but it was clear she had a purpose in mind. Moments later he would see that purpose when she pulled up a fish, just like that.

Tyr's mismatched eyes widened. Fishing wasn't exactly a pastime of his family pack, so he'd never seen anyone fish for their dinner. He'd always imagined it required a lot of splashing around chasing after the fish, something he really wasn't capable of doing for long periods with his bad leg. But this, just sitting and waiting, and then suddenly a meal, this was something that could very well keep him from starving on days that running wasn't an option.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" he blurted out, momentarily forgetting to be cautious in his eagerness.



"Speech"

Nothing to gain, everything to fear