Brigid actually leans into his side, resting her weight against his. He needs it. Some forget that wolves tend to be tactile and need the physical contact. Especially among pack members.

Her head drops onto his shoulder, resting there. She only offers comfort and companionship. A chance to lean on someone else for a little while.

Her pole jerks and she jerks it back, setting the hook and then reels in a fish. Moving away from him for a second, her eyes glow blue, allowing her to see in the darkness surrounding them. The hook is stuck and it takes her a minute to get it out, gripping the fish with one hand and teasing the hook out with her claws. She drops it into the bucket with the others.

A quick re-bait and the line is back in the water, and she's leaning against his side again, her eyes once again brown. "What's waiting at home?" She's there to listen.