everything in it's right place

Dova very much did not like the idea of dunking her head in the water for any reason. It meant that her whole head would be wet, and it would take forever to dry off. She shuddered at the thought, but did not refuse the task. After all, Sinclair was so excited, and he seemed to truly believe that together, they could catch fish. Even if it was a long shot, she did not want to rain on his parade. Mustering a grin, she nodded, wordlessly agreeing to the plan. Besides, what was a little water, when they could have bellies full of fish?

Deciding the plan was totally viable, the brown wolf pup followed suit, mirroring Sinclair's actions. She watched the water worriedly, forgetting for a moment to keep an eye out for the very best fish to catch. Luckily, her companion was on top of things, and he motioned for Dova to jump in, just before pouncing on what she could only imagine was their next meal. In a bit of a flap, too hurried to pay much attention, the young wolf leaped forward blindly, hoping that having a general idea of where their prey was located would be good enough.

Hunting, it seemed, and fishing in particular, was a rather nuanced and difficult task. There was more than slapping blindly at the waves and hoping for the best. A little mouth wrapped around her paw, and Dova realized that somehow, in all the chaos, Sinclair had grabbed a hold of her instead of the fish! "Let go! That's me!" She yelped, tumbling over herself to try and escape. At best, she managed fall gracelessly into the water, thrown into a panic as suddenly, her world went quiet, and her head became submerged.