Ouroboros Spine Dust motes on the river bed

It is... His muzzle tips up, trying to think a way to explain and his white spotted brows furrow. Ah! His eyes widened as a light bulb turns on in his head and he cast his puppy-blue gaze back to her, eyes having yet to turn their true color. It is like, something that makes you feel good. Like mother's warmth and a full belly. 

Then, she speaks of being still and the fish jumping close, splashing with cool waters. He nods, tail waving behind him and he lowers slowly to be laying down by the river bank and facing it, front legs outstretched so he could tip his white toes into the chilly water. Dad says you have to be real still like that when you go fishing. He will stand in the water until the fish come close, even nipping at his ankles! And then, Arrluk jerks forward, snapping his jaws at the open air over the waters surface. He snatches one up out of the water!