Oct 09 2018, 11:04 PM
Ears flatted as the canine’s voice grew in intensity. It seemed to him that she was upset at not knowing the answer. That seemed like a silly reason to yell, but strangely appropriate for her. No matter. She was correct in that he’d have to learn for himself how to find prey, after all, so he had no complaints at the suggestion that he go find it himself. For now, he’d rely on the assumption that he’d know what prey was when he found it.
Taking a quick glance at the island, it didn’t seem that prey existed there. But watching Mosaic dash into the water, he wondered if perhaps she was giving him a hint that “prey” existed there. It was worth a try anyways. He had no reason to think that prey wasn’t a water thing, after all. All he knew was that prey wasn’t the crumbled pieces of chrysalis scattered around from his hatching.
At a slower pace than the canine, Ejder moved to the water’s edge. A dusky front paw quickly swiped at the water’s edge. It wasn’t particularly cold but it felt strange. It clung to his fur like the sand did but dripped down slowly in tiny drops. A part of his brain told him that he didn’t like the feeling. But he needed to see if prey was there or not.
He wadded in until he was about mid chest level. The water swirled around his legs as he inched forward. It was not a pleasant experience but it was a manageable one at least. Especially when a strange creature crept near him. Strange indeed; staying completely underwater with no fur or legs and weird slits on the sides.
“Prey,” his mind called forth the word again. “Oh, so this is prey,” he mused to himself. Now to figure out how to get prey.
"Speech"
"Thought"
Tags: @Mosaic
Notes: here