I hate everything about this

Zee gave a brisk laugh at his challenge. "Well of course not, that fish is the size of my head and I don't have built-in spear to catch with." Even though she knew she had nearly no chance to top his prize, the feisty slave did not like to be shown up. She eyed the shore with determination, gaze passing over the smallest fish that swam by and moving to the next. Finally she saw one that seemed bigger, though it was out of reach of the ground she stood on.

With a quiet 'harumph' the small wolf dove into the lake, aiming to come down directly on top of her prize. Hopefully she'd catch it, but there were many others swimming beside the largest and there was always the possibility that her aim would falter and she'd catch one of them instead. Regardless, she didn't want to stay in the salt water for long and as soon as she hit the water she turned tail to swim back to the shore, dragging herself up and shaking the water from her fur deliberately hard to splash her friend.