Ocean's Breath Plateau white fang

Yeah, he exclaimed quietly, grinning. Here, sit by me— 

Kitimat instructed his mother to stay by his side, and then folded down, remaining very still. Watch the fish, and when they come close, strike, he whispered from the corner of his mouth, eyeing the silvery figures in his peripheral vision.

He didn't want her to dunk first, lest she come up empty, so he volunteered in taking the first stab. Kitimat's head shot down, aiming for the first fleeting shape he saw—

And himself came up empty, eyes screwed shut, shaking his muzzle to clear the water.

Like that, except actually catch something, Kitimat remarked, looking rueful.

Whether or not either of them were successful after that was of little consequence. He enjoyed the time with his mother—to see her smile, and laugh, and play. That was most important.