Whitefish River Flow with the river

@Amaguq

The winds had been particularly brutal on the shoreline that day, so Dashiell had chosen to move his hunt inward. The rivers that ran into the ocean were just as bountiful for fishing, and sometimes other wildlife also made their appearances along the riverbank. Dash was not a picky hunter. As he walked along the riverbed, searching for his perfect fishing spot, the scent of a deer herd met his nose. He sniffed at the air, but he was distracted only briefly. He was terribly unlikely to bring down a deer on his own... fishing was the better bet here. He directed his attention back to the river. 

...

Dash was reclined, lying lazily in the perfect fishing spot when he spotted Old One Eye approaching the river. The other fisherman snapped eagerly at the water-- too eagerly, Dash could already tell-- and began to wind himself up to frustration. Dash felt for him. He too was not a man of much patience, but lucky he also had the perfect laid-back, happy-go-lucky attitude that was required of a true fisher. Fishing was all about relaxing, which was Dash's specialty. 

He frowned. If Old One Eye kept stirring up the water like that, it would scare Dash's fish away too. 

"Hey, bro. Hey!" Dash called out, trying to get the attention of the other fisher. "C'mere. Watch this." Dash dangled a paw into the water and left it submerged, motionless. In the time it took the other man to make his way over, he would likely have lured an unsuspecting fish into his little trap.