Lake Rodney helluva life

I'm a big fan of your country music references! :D

It was a craving for fish that drew Floki away from Moonspear and back to the banks of Lake Rodney that day. He skeptically eyed Redhawk Caldera in the background as he neared, then settled himself at the water's edge. He wasn't good at fishing -- not yet, anyway -- but he watched patiently with bright blue eyes as silver scales flashed just beneath the surface.

He reached out with a forepaw, suspending it over the mirror of the lake for a long few seconds, then struck with a splash. He wasn't successful in hitting anything; instead, he only managed to scatter the school, sending them swimming out in all directions. "Damn," he murmured under his breath, settling back on his haunches to wait. He glanced up then, and spotted a wolf sunning himself some distance away. Squinting against the glare, he gave a bark as his heart simultaneously skipped a beat; the pond's proximity to the caldera made him nervous, yet it wasn't enough to keep him away.