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Hunting fish was hardly a noble wolf pastime. Sometimes, however, you had to take what you could get - especially when you were hungry. Fishing was something Vildsvin was not particularily good at, but Björn, who was a little smaller than her and a little more agile, was a bit better at it. He had already snagged two fish, both of which Vildsvin had refused ("You killed them, you eat them. I'll get my own.") and was making steady progress towards snagging a third. Every time one of the pair of friends splashed into the water, attempting to grab one of the wriggly little meals, the fish would all scatter and swim away, so with every attempt they worked their way further down stream.

Björn was staring intently at the water, tracking the movements of one especially tasty looking morsel, when Vildsvin caught sight of the brightly coloured stranger. "Björn," she hissed, and the male quickly turned his attention to her, then to what she was looking at. They both froze, knowing the wind was against them and would carry their scent to the unknown wolf.

Vinchi slowly opened his eyes and looked around his surroundings. It was too early to be up—Even though it was mid-day. He was used to sleeping at odd hours of the day and loved doing so. After all, when he awoke he usually didn’t have to interact with other life forms, which he preferred. It wasn’t like he was an unsocial creature, heavens no! He just knew that most of the others that he had had the pleasure of meeting, such as Pierre and Honolulu, found him to be a bit off kilter and tended to not enjoy his company. Not like he cared. He just didn’t get why they felt that way, which bothered him to no end.

The curious wolf stood up and shook any dirt and grass that happened to get into his fur during his sleep before sniffing the air for any other signs of life. After a few moments of deep inhaling and exhaling the air while rotating around in a circle (a bad habit of his that he had developed as a pup) and finding no one, he started his usual wander around the unfamiliar environment, his nose down to the ground in search of something…What exactly was he searching for? He didn’t know yet, but it wasn’t like that bothered him any. After all, it wasn’t like he had any other responsibilities that made him stay in one area yet since he didn’t have a pack, mate or offspring for that matter.
His mind focusing on his sense of smell, he didn’t realize that he had walked towards a stream, where the other three wolves stood. It was only until his nose landed in water that he looked up at where he was at and tilted his head to the side as he looked at the three. They didn’t look too bad, but he wondered why they were here, at this time. Catching food maybe?

“Hi. What brings y'all to these parts?” he asked, his eyes searching for answers from the others. Might as well ask what was on his mind, yeah? After all, what harm could it do?

The ears and heads of the pair of travellers jerked in unison towards the new voice. Bjorn’s tail dropped with uncertainty, his eyes darting from one of the strangers to the other, and Vildsvin’s hackles went up, her ears canting ever so slightly backwards. “Are you two from a pack?” The female demanded to know, already mentally preparing herself to have to either run or fight. The two green wolves seemed similar, somehow, aside from their colouring, and they behaved as if they felt no threat. That sent alarm bells ringing off in her head. Beside her, Bjorn hunkered down, perhaps trying not to seem intimidating, or to use his friend as a shield. Sensing his discomfort, Vildsvin tried to be diplomatic and added, “We don’t want any trouble.”