Totoka River the upper peninsula

Yay Rokig! Wanna close this up and have a new one?

The Groenendael looked on with a mixture of fondness and pride as Rokig plunged his head below surface, then reared back with an impressive splash. The fish smacked him around the face as they were wont to do, and he seemed a bit shell-shocked by the whole thing. To encourage him and galvanize him into motion lest his prize be lost, “Worry! Shore!” she urged, bungling her words again. “Hurry!” she amended him, lightly nipping toward his haunch to drive him there; her fangs never made contact with his flesh, but rather snipped at air and a few stray tendrils of riverwet fur.