everything in it's right place

Dova glanced back at her companion, unimpressed by his answer, but clearly taking the response in good faith. Her mismatched eyes narrowed as she watched him lower his small body into the depths, but seemed satisfied that he did not inch any further in. She certainly could not be expected to drag him back to shore! If he was too big to push around on a good day, she figured that all the extra water weight would make things even trickier; being responsible for saving Sinclair from drowning was very low on her list of things she wanted to do that day.

In fact, she was happy enough to move away from the water, until Sinclair made a very exciting discovery. "Fish?" She hadn't seen any just a minute ago, when her rambunctious splashing about had scared everything within a mile away. Both suspicious and curious, she crept towards her hollering companion, eyeing the water carefully. Indeed, just below the surface of the water, she could see tiny fish gathering in a school. Delighted by the new opportunity, Dova scrambled back to Sinclair's side, just in time to be splashed as the larger pup began to frantically paw at the water.

Not only did he not catch anything at all, but he had managed to soak Dova through. With a derisive little snort, she shook out her coat, and took a step back. "You didn't catch anything at all?" For all that effort, she was surprised to see Sinclair had not caught a single fish. "But you tried so hard!" She had not quite figured out hunting, but had the vague sense that trying your best yielded results. "Try again?" The pup encouraged uncertainly, taking another step back just in case Sinclair's efforts once again yielded another violent spray of water.