no worries! 
(wc: 412)
After the battle to get the line attached to both hook and pole, finding bait was a relatively simple process. Theodoric hummed with satisfaction when he finally settled himself on a comfortable outcropping next to the water’s edge. Below, the creek rolled by clear and steady, the perfect place to try to eke out a little dinner. The new Gatlvska wasn’t a practiced fisherman, and had little hope in actually catching anything this fine afternoon. He enjoyed the process more than anything: the sweet frustration of threading hook and line, the gurgling water slowly smoothing out the river rocks, the shining sun and the lazy birdsong. A fish on the line was the icing on the proverbial cake.
He was very surprised when a curly-haired luperci stepped out of the forest with a fishing pole of her own. She found a spot slightly downstream from his and silently went about her business. Theodoric generally liked having company, but was unsure what to make of her silence. There were many reasons for a woman to ignore a man --she could be stuck up or playing coy; she could be genuinely introverted or merely shy. Generally, he had little interest in deciphering the motives of young women, especially one so bent on ignoring him. Yet Theodoric was a social creature at heart, and he did not want to be labeled as taciturn by his new packmates.
In the end, he decided that the younger fisherwoman was simply shy, and that was a trait he could deal with. He had introverted younger sisters and plenty of shy nieces, after all. So for a while the brown haired, brown-eyed man focused on his line bobbing merrily in the creek’s gentle current and let the sounds of the forest claim the conversation. Theodoric didn’t look up to see if he was being studied, except when a branch in a tree above his head cracked alarmingly. He was about to break the quiet with a witty comment when his fishing pole gave a mighty lurch and nearly fell out of his hands. Theo let out a gleeful "Whoop!" that made him sound much younger than his six years. He hadn’t expected to get a bite so early in the afternoon. Theo flashed a grin at his silent companion, the first real acknowledgement he’d given her since she arrived. Then he focused on his fishing line with renewed interest, and began the delicate battle of bringing the fish to shore.
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