That's a whole heckin lion

The tiny thing spoke up again, and Canni pulled back from the shore to listen. He suggested a new tactic, and she took a moment to consider his words. It was true, he could see more fish from atop her head but then how was he to reach the water to catch any? It wasn't fair to take his help and not have him get tickets in return. Canni was taller then the shore, if he struggled from the edge of the water he'd surely struggle atop her head.

A thought came to her then, and she placed the small wolf onto the ground. Carefully, she surveyed the nearby area, looking for an area shallow enough to stand. She only needed to move a few paces off to find a place off the shore where she could stand but still was deep enough for fish to swim past. The lioness stepped into the water- shivering briskly at the chill - and moved her head towards him. "If you hop on now, you should be able to fish off my back and still see more of the lake for us both to hunt in."

As she spoke she stood perfectly still, and she felt something brush past her legs. Her head dipped into the water suddenly to try to catch the thing, and then withdrew to face him once more - allowing her head to be a stepping stone onto her back. "Oh, my name is Cannival."