I only doggy paddle

As if the boy's voice broke a dam, all the tension flooded from Lillie's body. This one wasn't hostile. Thank goodness; she really didn't want to have to deal with that again. Of course, she could also tell that her earlier tenseness was seen by the male, and her head tilted just a little bit as her head was tilted to look up at him. A warm smile graced her face. "Hi," she returned with a forming grin, nevermind the fact that she started the greeting in the first place. Then she hesitated, and she looked down at the waters, at the salmon jumping in them. She glanced at the boy again.

"Try jumping from the shore. That's what I do, and it works. Because the moment you twitch in the water, the fish are alerted. From the shore, you can move and they won't notice. But you wanna go headfirst and biting as you enter the water, or it's too late," she explained, still smiling. She made doubly sure her tone was not condescending, nor superior; just matter-of-fact. "My adoptive parents taught me it when I was younger," she added a second later, a slight sadness colouring her words. It was genuine, though manufactured; the comment was said on purpose to hopefully make the other wolf not become hostile.

"Speech"