Moonspear Walls coming down

Dash sighed. Yeah, maybe next time, he echoed. He jumped back to shore, almost a little cranky that he had lost the fish. He could taste it in his mouth, and then there was nothing. In a world where food was sparce, one fish could mean life or death for a starving wolf.

Dash laid down on what should be grass, but instead mostly soil, his gaze in Floki's general direction, waiting to see if he would try again at fishing. 

Sorry for the short post! I've been sitting on this draft for two days and my must isn't coming up with anything >_<