Whitefish River A Ton of Lashin' for Ashton

The sunny boy observed the dark man gracefully dip his snout into the waters, his shpw of being unable to catch any of the silver flicking fishies, either. Sending a soft and almost musical laugh, he exclaimed to the shadow pelted dude,

"I think you might be a whole lot more skilled than me, bro. Gah, it makes me jealous. "

A lasting grin touched Ash's maw, the dainty lips reluctant to release the sign of joy.
Vibrant spring green irises gazed over the company, and with an inclination of his head, he called over to him.

"Hey, names Ashton. Or just Ash. Fierce Destroyer of the Fishies, and aspiring Healer, and Gamekeeper. Member of the RedHawk Caldera. What's ya name?"

His face of seriousness broke at the mention of being a fish slayer, but hell, everyone needed a joke every now and then, eh?