Arturio took a moment to pause, lowering his head to lap up some water. After drinking his fill, the white giant stared at the slow moving body of water for a moment before suddenly being snapped out of his thoughts by the scattering of fish, a loud splash, and a very frustrated voice. His emerald gaze was quick to spy Azariah. In the matter of seconds it took him to focus on her, she was trying to get his attention. The wolf tilted his head curiously, padding his way towards her along the river bank.

Art couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of her soaking wet form, especially with her added request about fishing. The brute knew how to fish, though he was only marginally capable of it. His size made it more difficult. Fishing was a smaller wolf's game in his opinion. This the male who could take down a small deer by himself on an exceptionally good day. "Prefer to hunt, honestly," he said, "But I know a thing or two about fishing."

The wolf offered a smile as he drew up alongside the sopping female. "Watch," he whispered. Arturio lowered his head, leaning a bit back as if he were going to pounce on something. His green eyes followed the movement of their quarry, before suddenly striking just ahead of a fish, clamping his jaws around the wriggling perch. It flopped madly for a moment as he stood properly again, water dripping from his face and chest, a grin visible in his eyes. Next, he would have to explain what he had done, Art wanted to see if she could figure it out by his example before he did though.