With great caution his thick, black limbs pulled him through the fast running water. He was in hope of catching something, and was mindful not to get in the deep parts of the river. He was partially wait, he didn't want to get any further already the cold numbing his toes. He continued, coming to just where he wanted to be. Thin, young willows drooped against the banks giving a temporary hiding spot to his prey. A smirk shifting along his dark muzzle he tried to take his time getting there, but this movement still made gulping splashes. Ignoring it his bright eyes focused on the thin slivers of sparkling fish scales. His pink tongue licked his snout in anticipation, and once he was under the branches he stopped. The fish already already swirled along his legs, dashing this way and that. He stood in long wait knowing they would come back.


Eventually they did, drawn back to the shadows. He was patient waiting for the right moment, and quick as lighting his jaws angled lashing into the cold depths his teeth snagging flesh. Snorting water from his nose he was just as fast to pull his snout upward, a medium fish wiggling for it's life. He dug his fangs deeper, walking away from the trees, and back into the more open water. Eventually the flips of the tail, and head of his prey were faint until he only felt the flutter of his gills. The father he walked up river, it's heart beat no more.

His meal in his jaws he was in a fairly good mood with intentions to return to his own burrow. Something caught his attention, better someone he had not met. A young female newly added to the ranks of Swift River. His brows creased his yellow-orange eyes drifted along the banks wondering how close she was, or if it was merely the breeze rushing her scent to him. Once he started looking, continuing his walk he spotted her resting along the banks. He took a moment to stare, evaluate who she was. He did not know, and he let out a snort of his bemusement. She was obviously apart of this place now, but there was a part of him it bothered to see her lounging about.

Be nice. It was a thought, and he steadily pulled himself from the river. He did not look at her when he did so, he let his eyes fall to the grove giving a rough shake of his coat. He was younger he would have been thrilled at the prospect of meeting a new friend, and so he wasn't sure why this bothered him. They needed more wolves in Swift River. A clearing of his throat, he took a deep breath padding her way. He did not lose grip on his fish, until he was but a wolf length from her. He took a moment to drop it between his limbs making it clear it was his. "Hey, you must be new." He said, giving a feeble wag of his tail while stating the obvious. Well he was trying to be nice. Try being the key word.