"Then get out of the water." He stated firmly, before raising to full height upon his burly limbs. Njal waited for the boy to exit the river, and watched as rivulets of fluid dripped as soggy tendrils from his coat. The first thing to do was dry Ferdie off, but that was something he could do himself. Njal wasted little time for he was currently lacking patience, feeling somewhat irritated, although the reason why eluded him. Perhaps it was the way this stranger was standing in the river, as if expecting the fish to react to his intrusive presence by leaping clear of the depths.
Njal paced along the river's edge for a few minutes in silence, peering in to the shallows or pausing along the bank. He sniffed at the rocks and regarded the current's pulse with a sort of reverence, a warmth that did not extend to this other wolf quite yet. Then, rather suddenly, Njal lifted his head and regarded Ferdie again. "We will fish from this ledge." He stated flatly. With a sudden stride forward the man took to the natural ledge formation made of wet stone, and peered in to the water. "The fish are not stupid. You cannot stand in their world and expect them not to notice you. They are simple creatures, but they have senses just like us." Njal monotonously rumbled, with his words tapering off near the end of his words - and he watched a narrow shine slip by the corner of the ledge. "It is best to find a spot and root yourself there for a period of time. Hours, days, so the fish become accustomed to you." Ferdie was lucky though. Njal had been fishing this river for many months now, so the creatures had become used to his smell. It would take some time for them to adapt to the slightly earthier scent of Ferdie.
"Now, try to catch one." They were not as plentiful now, but it was swiftly becoming spring. Soon the fish would be migrating up the rivers and they would be full and heavy with eggs. Njal pulled back from the ledge to give the boy room, and in the meantime observed while the other wolf showed off his skills.