Fish out of water...

Another had appeared while he had been drowning fishing. For a moment, Sandor would regard the wolf nervously, ears tilting back as eyes watched with a nervous gleam. Of course, that would go out the window (for the most part) when the other shook off and then spoke to him, asking if the fish were biting. Eyes would widen for a moment, the fish would bite him?! Glancing around in the water, he could see the fish swimming around him but…they weren’t nibbling on him…”Uhh…no? They’re jus’ swimmin’ around….” He would trail off, clearly confused. Taking a deep breath he once more dived down trying to grab one in his mouth before coming back up for air.