One black paw was placed in front of the other, carrying the black, white and grey vixen down the side of the lake. Her bright amber eyes sweep around to catch anyone sneaking up on her, only to spot another vixen near the lake trying to catch a fish. She rolls her eyes at the fishing wolf, and stalks up behind the marbled 'ess silently. Wolves should not be fishing, they should be hunting. Silly thing, she'll starve to death. Her thoughts stop as she sits behind the girl on the right, and turns her head to the other. "A wolf should not be fishing. We are a strong and proud breed, or at least we should be. Do you need to be taught how to hunt like a real wolf?" Her tongue was sharp, words had strength behind them, yet they were not threatening the other. One grey eyebrow raises, waiting for an answer from the vixen. Wednesday offered no other words to the she-beast, not even her own title.
OOC- Sorry it's so short, I couldn't think of anything else to add... >.>