Water Days

He’d decided after a miss or two that he would try a different spot to fish at. Perhaps the fish were biting better down the shoreline more than where he had been. Fur still dripping wet, the earth toned wolf walked along watching others fish before he finally came to a stop a respectful distance away from a massive she-wolf that was using a different method. Instead of diving for the fish she used her claws…her retractable claws. Brows rose and head cocked to the side as he waded into the water, growing still so the fish would return. “Any luck?” He asked, accent moderately thick. A flash of silver would tell him that the fish had returned and one was near by…near enough that he could possibly get it. Jaws parted and he dove down for it. Coming back up with a fish hopefully in his jaws.