Nice Day For Fishin' Aint It? Huh Hah!

His head broke the surface, ears swiveling behind him as he heard Sio ask about his pack. Dangit, he had turned himself around when he made that dive. Oh well, no matter. He was a strong swimmer, but all this fishing and chasing after them was getting exhausting, especially for the blind old man. "Winterfell is the name of my pack, and we're the only pack up North now," He responded as he swam back towards shallow water. He felt something slimy against his paw as he struck ahead, and he snapped his jaws towards it in an attempt to catch it, assuming it was another fish. Or maybe it was seaweed...or something gross. He huffed and he puffed, but the grin never quite left his face. As tired as he was getting, he was having fun. And he quite enjoyed Sio's company.

Attempt 8