Big Salmon Lake hooked on a feelin'

Maybe they'd gone off to school for the day. Or maybe Dingo smelled particularly foul, and they happened to smell him coming? Whatever the reason, the boy was left fishless and hungry, and felt his spirit begin to wither. He needed at least one stupid fish to make things right with Panther's pack! With a huff Dingo allowed this temporary defeat, and splashed at the water's surface with one paw, clearly agitated. As the water sprayed and sprinkled back in to the massive lake, he heard something from afar — a voice from along the bank. He turned his head sharply, wondering if it was perhaps one of the wolves of the caldera trying to give him pointers again, and then promptly abandoned his post and sauntered closer.

Hoy? What are you, a pirate? the boy snarked. He had nothing against pirates, but did they actually say ahoy or was that just part of the myth? Whatever. Best not to piss off his only company. Maybe he could get some pointers from this dude (or convince him to get some fish for him, ooh, that was a good plan too). You here for the water, or the monsters in the water? Dingo murmured eerily, as if he knew some grand secret.