Arturio couldn't fault her excitement. This was a new skill, and he had lived long enough near bodies of water that fishing wasn't a hard skill for him to return to. The white male could only shake his head slightly at her comment of making it hard. Of course it was the fish who were at fault, so he shook his head with a smile. Of course, fish were not inherently intelligent, so he was uncertain of their will to live. To that, he could only shrug as she got into position to try again. His emerald gaze watched her carefully. It could be difficult to explain the whole light refraction in water, making things seem to be somewhere they weren't. Maybe that was how fish survived, they knew how the light hit the water. Art mused over the thought with a smile, remaining silent as he stayed where he was, motioning his head for her to try again as she got herself situated.

"Well done!" he said to her successful catch. Only to stifle his laughter slightly she splashed towards him, planting a lick on his muzzle, and her fish flopped away. In her disappointment, he could only offer a small piece of advice, "Next time, wait until it stops flopping about before taking your eyes of it. Natural instinct for the little buggers to go back to water." And since Azariah did not seem too upset by the lost catch, there was no need to press it any further.

Art wasn't entirely sure how he felt about returning to pack life. He was surviving well enough on his own, but he couldn't let the girl down. He tilted his head curiously as she described her home. The white wolf had never encountered a gator in his life, whatever that was. Swamps were not unfamiliar though. "Why not?" he said. After all, it wouldn't hurt to visit. "Lead the way," the brute said, gesturing with a paw as he made his way out of the water, pausing only for a moment to shake of some of the excess water that clung to his snowy fur. It wouldn't hurt, especially since he was still new to these lands, learning his way around.