Lost Creek Hollow In the dead of Night

Taikon looked over to her, but couldn't quite make out the words she spoke under her breath. Maybe she didn't like water. He shrugged, and slowly moved further into the water until the line was just over his chest. It was difficult to see the glimmer of the fish, and harder to maintain his footing on the slimy rocks and gravel under his feet. Even so, he waited until he felt a fish swim through his forelegs and swiftly, but badly, pushed his snout into the water and wildly tried to grab at it.
He failed. He waited. He failed again. 
At that point, he was soaking wet, and began laughing. Come on! Help me! It was in a jesting, pleasant voice he demanded this, hoping that perhaps with two failures of wolf fishermen, they might actually catch something.