The smaller wolf pushed the fish back in his direction, insisting that he take the morsel. With a nod of his head, and a small smile, he took the fish into his mouth and swallowed it down whole. It felt good to get something in his gut, no matter how big or small. Osman then watched her head back into the water, catching another fish with seemingly relative ease. She popped out of the water, coat soaked almost to the bone.

With one gulp, she too swallowed her own meal. You are really good at that. Thank you again for the meal. You didn't have to do that. That was very generous. The black wolf wasn't used to such kindness from strangers. Even his old pack could be quite competitive and not so giving at times. I am Osman by the way. Osman Asbjörnson. Who do I owe the pleasure? It was hard for him to be so outgoing, but he was trying his best. Especially after she had put in all the effort to make him feel welcomed.