|| fishing || with Degotoga and Kwatoko||
Astrona flicks her long tail at the two insoniti, a wordless acknowledgment of them choosing to join her in the tree. Up here it is easy to see the blurs of fish and other aquatic life swimming past. The shadows are easiest to spot-- Astrona looks for a large one.
~Splash~
Astrona leaps down into the deep water without warning, having already been coiled to jump as soon as she picked a fish she liked. The tigress catches the fish between her claws as she dives to the bottom. When her back feet hit the pebbly bottom of the river, she puts the fish in her mouth and swims to the bank. Astrona places the average-sized fish on a large rock. Not the most impressive catch, but it will do. She doesn't bother to shake off the water soaking her and dripping off her fur and whiskers.
"Here's one!" Astrona says, cheerful, before picking the fish up by the tail and running it up the tree. She pauses, unsure of who to give it to.
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|| talking, grumpy about it || with Haraka ||
Blue relaxes marginally when the lioness mutters to herself. She must have lost track of time-- so Blue isn't on claimed territory like he thought. At least not land she has a claim to. No longer prepared for a fight, Blue lets his curled lip fall back over his teeth. He's not an ungodly rogue with no manners.
But he does sniff the air, trying to determine if the lioness wandered far because she was hunting. If she caught something, there may be something left over for himself. Blue scans the area around him, on edge.
"Did you travel far?" He wants to know if there is a pride near so he can avoid them.
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|| happily chatting | with Udia and Apollyon||
All this talk of gods and goddesses is too unfamiliar for the young prince. He wasn't liked by the religious leaders of his pride, either. They considered the king's extramarital affair a severe transgression. But talk of crown-bearing caught Fitzroy's attention: he knew being a king wasn't all fun and games, but was it really that much work?
Udia's politics and suspicions were too subtle for Fitz to notice-- even if he had tried.
Elohim Apollyon looked the part of a king, certainly! The offer the golden lion made to Fitzroy, however, almost bowled the young prince over. His already large eyes widen as if he'd spotted the fattest hare a lion had ever seen.
"...really? That is such a generous offer, Elohim! I don't know what to say-- although, it is an appealing alternative to my situation. Would your pride mind if I stayed for a bit, to see how another pride's life is? I would do all I can to help, of course! I'm quite the fighter!" After talking quite fast to get all the thoughts out of his head, Fitz puffs out his chest. He is quite strong, even though his temperament doesn't match a warrior. One could more easily imagine the long-legged juvenile having a playful tussle than a real fight.