Bearclaw Valley with sincerity, there is virtue

As he walked out of the water it flowed off his waterproof coat in streams and slowly began saturating the ground. The lively fish making its final efforts for escape annoyed Drust as its tail flicked up towards his eyes, and disrupted his view of her.

Her beaming gaze, pools of sweet dark chocolate, met his as he emerged. An excited exclamation and an applause. He'd succeeded.  

Biting down harder the fish's motion ceased and his vision of her was again pure.

Great slow strides were taken to close the gap between the two, and Drust dropped the fish at her feet, little streams of blood slowly leaving its body where his teeth had punctured it. Pausing for a moment to look at her before nudging the fish gently in her direction with his nose.

The feeling of remaining surface water penetrating deeper into his coat triggered the urge. He tucked his head in and began the thunderous shaking of his pelt. Opening his eyes as he finished he realized his lack of foresight as she stood before him lightly sprayed... oops. 

A soft apologetic look overtook his expression.