“Blech!”
Kjell sneezed against, mind buzzing. It felt like tiny droplets of water had gotten stuck inside his nasal passages and crawled all the way up into his brain. No matter how hard he shook his head, those stubborn drops would never come out. Eying the surface of the pool as if it had betrayed him personally, the wolf turned to find that his companion had been watching his complete failure. Instead of silent laughter, he was met with a smile and a wave of her tail.
The male furrowed his brows, still displeased. It was not that he wanted her fish, or for her to fish for him, but opposition was never met eagerly. Kjell liked to win.
“Come back here,” he urged Signy, nodding back towards the pool. The fish swam nearby, though none had quite recovered from the splash he’d made moments ago. He eyed the sunfish; it eyed him right back before darting to the side. Ears fell flat out to the side as he sighed in defeat. “Show me how you did it.” The wolf glanced over at his friend. He knew she couldn’t explain to him, or even tell him what he was doing wrong, but something in Kjell liked that fact. He’d succeed or fail because he could watch, and learn. “Please-- Ah, sorry doll. I meant to say please.”