Fishes and Friends? [Maverick]

If he was afraid of her, he needn't be, the exuberant dame was one of few who never judged another wolf. She was bubbly, excitable, adventurous, and so many other things, but cruel was not one of them. She bounded to the water, eager and excited to teach him. Eager and excited for him to get it right! It mattered little in her mind if they were from separate packs. This was unclaimed territory, who cares who met who in these lands? Why couldn't she be friends with everyone she came across? Of course, such was the naivety of a child.

She spoke softly, gently, willing him to understand her words. If she was going to teach him, she better damn well do it right herself! She completed her task with relative ease and bounded away and out of the water, back onto the shore so the fish would return. He seemed a bit apprehensive and perhaps a bit unsure but she smiled brightly, nudging him gently with the tip of her nose, encouraging him to try. Eagerness thrummed to life in her veins, onyx eyes wide and trained upon him, eager with anticipation and excitement. He struck quickly...and turned up empty. It didn't faze the dame in the slightest. "C'mon try again! You can do it! I believe in you!" She chirped from the sidelines, prancing in her eagerness.

When he got the fish on the second time she let out a celebratory bark, prancing back to her second fish and plopping down somewhere near him, a smile beaming across her face at his thanks. She shook her head, laughing playfully and ripping into the writhing fish, swallowing a large bite before responding to him. "You shouldn't fret! My first try I slipped on a patch of moss and flipped head first into the river! You were much more successful than I!" Her laughter was genuine, she truly did enjoy her time in the wilds.