Whitefish River Flow with the river

Yep, Dash almost had it. One unsuspecting whitefish bumped at his submerged pad, testing him. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Dash saw the northerner approach. He seemed like an okay guy, and that impression was pretty much solidified when he called out a friendly greeting. Dash wagged his tail and gave the stranger a quick smile before turning back to his work. He didn't want to speak, in case his voice scared away the fish that was just.. about..

..There! 

Dash ripped his paw out with a sweeping motion, sending the fish flying up onto the shore along with a significant amount of water. It flopped around for a tense couple of seconds, dangerously close to the water's edge, until Dash could hop over to its location. Instead of killing it though, he swatted it over to Old One Eye, offering his new company the pleasure of the kill.