Moonspear Walls coming down

Floki didn't seem to have anything to say to Dash's comment. Did Floki think him wrong? Would he have said so if he did? Dash really didn't know anything about plants or trees or grass, but he thought his logic was somewhere on the right path. 

The subject passed, and they began to fish. Floki tried, but missed. Dash turned his focus on the water, watching a few fish pass here and there, but none close enough to give a try at. Finally, one did, and Dash dove for it, his head disappearing under the surface of the water. It came back up, a fish's tail in his jaws, but the fish was flailing around and Dash knew he didn't have a good grasp on it. Bringing his front legs out of the water, with his weight on his bent hind legs, he tried to grasp the fish. Suddenly, he found himself tipping backwards, the fish succeeding in getting out of his grasp, and Dash landed on his back in the water with a splash. 

He quickly uprighted himself, shaking off the excess water and looked to Floki with a defeated expression. While his back would probably be sore tomorrow from the fall, his pride would hurt much, much worse.