Big Salmon Lake hooked on a feelin'

results from these rolls; this is #1, the fail.

After his impromptu acceptance to the caldera pack Dingo was feeling quite proud of himself. Damn proud, in fact. He hustled his way through the sparse woodland that was to the north of the range, and then settled along the bank of the giant lake where he had initially learned to fish. There wasn't much going on here; there were no birds in the trees, not even a wind between the branches of the bare trees, and he couldn't smell or see anything alive except himself, reflected in the still water of the lake. 

But Dingo wasn't about to give up. He did have a job to do after all, and to keep up appearances he'd at least bring one more pile of fish back to cache - probably for himself but who really knows. Maybe he'd find Panther and tell him the whole silly story, and watch him crack up (lets be real though, Panther sounds like some british dude so he probably  has quite a dry sense of humor). 

Alright! It was time to get down to business. Putting on a serious face, Dingo took a few steps in to the lake from the bank and poised himself there, waiting... and waiting... and waiting.... and after about twenty minutes of seeing little to no movement, he chuffed and murmured, For fuck's sakes, where the heck have all you fish-faces gone?