Kova's search for Primrose's wolf skull wasn't going well. The gray lad was relatively sure that he wasn't going to find a white skull against the white snowy landscape unless he tripped over the thing. Still, he tried to search for it. It was the only way he saw that Kova could repay the white she wolf for her kindness.
It wasn't until he wandered closer to the shallow edges of the river flowing down the center of the palisade that he began to scent fish. The child's belly was sufficiently full for the moment, but the chance to catch more food to store for later was too rare to let it go. The Lagina lad moved closer to an edge of the river that had been frozen off from the rest of the flowing water. Fish were stuck in the shallows keeping the water from freezing completely. However they had no way back to the main river because that section was blocked by logs and ice. Kova's tail wagged happily as he spotted the easy opportunity to catch some food. This might just be another way to repay Primrose for the deer leg.
“Hey Primrose! You hungry?”
He asked jokingly before setting at the edge of the patch of shallow water. Kova recognized some of the fish in the puddle as trout, while the others looked like large versions of minnows. The smaller fish were darting around every time the trout touched them, and Kova was pretty sure that they would be the hardest to catch.Putting his front paws into the cold water, Kova steadied himself just above the water and lowered his muzzle to tip just into the surface. His nose was still out of the cold liquid as Kova opened his jaws slowly and waited for a fish to come close.
It was only a few minutes later when a mid-sized trout came too close. A quick splash of Kova's jaws snapping downwards sprayed water all over before the gray wolf pulled out of the water's edge. His head wobbled as the fish struggled inside his jaws. When he dropped it onto the snowy earth Kova pauses to look at the beautiful thing. It had greenish gray brown sides with red spots encircled by blue halos along its sides. The dorsal fin had strange black markings on it, a clear way to identify it by an experienced fisher, but Kova had not seen this species before. The brook trout flopped in the snow covering itself in the sticky white crystals before the gray wolf grabs its tail and drags it closer to Primrose.
“Here! This is for you! I'm going to go get some more...” Kova spoke between fish fins and scales before dropping it close to the white she wolf. Then the child heads back to the water to look for other fish to catch.Surely @Hexamora would get a bit a meal out of this slimy fish?