Whitefish River Flow with the river

Hardly a moment had gone by since he grabbed up the first fish, and already the school was swarming around his submerged paw once more. They sure were hungry-- they must have just woken up after sleeping all winter. In a flash, Dash landed another fish onshore, a few wolf's lengths away from his new friend. 

"Thanks," Dash replied, beaming at the compliment. The fish were biting at anything that hit the water, so fishing really was little more than pup's play, but the other guy didn't have to know that. Dash rather liked being the expert at something. 

Really, he liked the taste that much? In Dash opinion, fish hardly compared to the taste of a fresh, warm-blooded kill.. maybe his new acquaintance was just being polite..? 

"Glad you like it! Name's Dash," he introduced himself. He listened, stepping forward in curiosity as the man mentioned the foreign creatures from his homeland. "Polar bear? Ox? Never heard of 'em.." Okay, he was hooked. He looked at the man expectantly as he munched on his own fish, waiting for him to explain.