Silver Creek sail

Dash's head jerked at the sound of a feminine voice, and his apple eyes settled on the newcomer. His gaze was drawn immediately to her violet eyes. "Cool," he bestowed the vague compliment, not really realizing (or caring) that she probably had no idea what he was complimenting. 

Her tail was wagging, and she seemed nice-- which was good enough for Dash. He fixed her with his most winning smile. "Of course I wanted it to sink," he insisted, eyes sparking as he came up with an idea. "Clearly you've never seen a master fisher at work!" he added, holding his head and tail high as he made the boast.