Big Salmon Lake do my patriotic chore

If the boy had not shown such "enthusiasm", Ash might have just left him then and there. As it was, he was already partial to leaving and letting the other haul his sorry arse back to the Caldera by himself. It wasn't as if Ashmedai had to help. And that was right, he wasn't. Staring at his measly pile of two fish by the lakeside and literally nothing else except a trail of pale blood to his credit, he bent his head down to pick his kills up. A Fisherman's life wasn't for him. 

Hurry up, boy, you still have to fill those caches. And hope that you don't kick the bucket once you get back either. With that, he turned his head and departed, leaving Dingo still staring at the fish head in the water and the silvery stains the blood left as it finally dissolved away. Maybe he will catch something "really big" after all. For his sake.

-exit Ash-