some say the world will end in fire

Tonravik watched. As he failed, Tonravik could predict what would go on. Too hasty. When this was the case, Tonravik's teeth lingered as though to say: do not rush this, wait. When he was too slow, Tonravik nipped quickly at him: do not think too much. Fishing was an odd art of bait and wait; bait the fish into thinking you were no danger at all, and they would come closer, linger beneath you, and be easier to catch. Kapvik seemed to catch on to this, and it was worth the wait.

He moved in for the kill, swifter than he had been some short time ago. He was a bullet out of the gun that was sure to hit its mark. And so it was. As his face came into view, water falling in rivulets down his sleek muzzle, there was his prize. The alpha female growled proudly, and her tail waved behind her, disturbing the water. But he looked puzzled...

Tonravik cocked her own head. She was not clairvoyant, and so she was not sure what the problem was. Her ears perked, she assessed him quickly... no, no damage was done to him. Unsure of what it was that confused him, she felt some measure of distress and loosed a low pitched whine that defined: what?