I hate everything about this

He snorted and shook his head at her words. He wouldn’t be taking her to spar near wolfpaw lake any time soon with that attitude. He would stick to the ravine, which only had the very shallow, gentle stream that ran across its belly. She would be hard pushed to find any part of that water source that came over his knees. He hadn’t known what she would do at the time, but he was glad he had brought her to spar in the Ravine in the first place.

As she ducked her head under the water to fish, he would try once more himself. He still hated to put his head under the water, but he could strike with his fangs quickly, and it would only take spearing a fish on the end of his monstrous canines to catch and kill one. “This festival is… strange.” he commented to full the silence as he rose his head back to clear air.