Wheeling Gull Isle run to beat the sunlight

It was funny to him how he had known little about fishing just a few weeks ago and now he seemed to be a teacher on the topic. He had grown to enjoy it and so he was not one to turn away students. Of course. He hummed in response as he motioned for her to follow him. There's a place I typically haunt that I think would be great for some lessons. It was a medium sized pool of water nestled between some rock walls, deep enough for even larger fish to swim but not deep enough for a proper swim. He could only guess it was a resting place for the creatures before the swamp back out into the deep end.

Eager to show her the location the Seawolf waved his muzzle in a gesture for her to follow.

As he arrived, he slowly waded through the waters. There were a few fish swimming about as if they didn't receive the memo they were being watched. All he offered was a soft chuff to Lainie and a point of his nose.