Pip blinked with surprise, followed closely by a relieved smile. Trust a pup to discover the issue without judgement and accept it as easily as if being told the sky was blue. Affection came swiftly for the young one as Oksana nudged her chin as if she were the pup in need of comforting! Were all the pups of this pack so darling? Lavender had been kind as well. The little mute hoped they were friends. If not, she imagined they could find enough common ground if they tried.
As she was asked if she minded any particular name, Pip shook her head pleasantly, eyes crinkling at the edges with amusement. She couldn't wait to hear what name she would be given this time. Of all of them, her favorite was by far Signy, but she supposed it was to be expected to adore the name given by one's paramour. But even the name Squeak held a favored place in her heart. And she couldn't forget Squawk!
But soon enough, the fish was between the pair of them and Pip got to lift herself higher at the surprise in the pup's tone. She sounded awfully dazzled by her performance! It sent the mute's tail wagging harder, happy to have made such a good impression. The agouti female watched with delight as the pup chased after the fleeing trout, laughing silently complete with shaking shoulders at the age-old struggle of catch-the-fish. They were such squirmy buggers.
Impressed herself when the pup managed to pin it down and actually carry it back by the tail - a difficult feat to say the least! - Pip stood and bowed her head in acknowledgement of a job well done. When Oksana requested she teach her, the mute beamed brightly, orange eyes shining. It was exactly what she intended!
With the first catch safely up near the bushes and far from the water's edge, Pip showed the pup to crawl back to the hole in the ice so as not to disturb the fish. She left room at her side so Oksana could have a clear view and carefully draped her head over. Gently, she dipped her tongue into the water to bait any more fish closer. Whether there were any more in the area or not remained to be seen, but even so, it was good to show the pup how to do it on another day. It took skill, yes, but patience most of all! Fish were not be rushed.
In her birth pack, Pip had learned many ways of fishing. Some were taught by her elders, but mostly she'd self-taught. Aside from her siblings, most of her pack had preferred she didn't exist. Having a wolf with such a handicap had been a blight upon them. But this current tactic had worked well in tidal pools, and would suit the lake just fine. It was too wide for any wolf to go diving through, and too deep as well. In the streams and rivers, other tactics would work better. But with such still water, it was the subtle art of a tongue flick that could serve to bait their prey near.
Through the ice, Pip could see her tongue flick had attracted the attention of something red. Maybe a char or salmon? She wasn't sure with such few details through the thick ice. But it was larger than the first catch, so it made it more exciting. With her eyes, Pip looked from Oksana back to the shape. Did she see it? The mute flicked her tongue again into the icy water and watched as it came ever closer.
Impatience tempted her - she wanted to catch it for the pup and show her how it was done! But rushing would only earn her a cold, wet face with nothing to show for her. So Pip waited. And waited.