Big Salmon Lake hooked on a feelin'

Were Macintosh a lesser man, he may have retorted with, clearly, but Dingo's outburst rolled off his back rather easily. He was difficult to rouse to anger and emitted an amused snicker instead, with no hint of malice. It was likely true that Macintosh had disturbed the other man's fishing with his splashing and shouting, but he was who he was. While not unapologetic, as evidenced by the splay of his ears, Macintosh could see only an opportunist before him, and he knew he could not succumb.

"Oh, you don't want me to fish," he drawled, dragging himself from the shallows and taking a moment to shake out his coat well away from Dingo. "I'm lousy at it, but you've got the look of a fisher. You better do it yourself or we'll be here all day." With a playful grin, Mac began a long-legged jog, tossing his snout over his shoulder to say, "see ya later!" before attempting to make his escape.