He's in the mood for some food -- living as a rogue has not been.. ideal. A hare from the fields hardly satisfied a man of his size and he has had some success by the ocean before. It is about midday when the Miroslav reaches the Tidepools, crouched low by the edge as he waits for the sea creatures below to grow accustomed to his presence. There is something calming about being alone fishing -- his mind is oft over preoccupied by the future.

When he was fishing, the Miroslav had no choice but to be engrossed in the present. A large scaled fish swims lazily below him and with relish, the patched male strikes -- a large paw with claws unsheathed slicing the water and resurfacing with.. nothing. A disgruntled growl escapes his parted jaws as Leander settles into position once more, hoping for a better outcome on his next strike.

ooc: hope you dont mind! Narsil was scouring the beach looking for some different kind of meat. It was a rarity the one time so she did not expect success again, but that whale meat had satisfied her for weeks and kept surprisingly well in the cache. The merle lioness was slowly walking along the tidepools when she heard a splash, and like a shark she zeroed in. Maybe some unlucky fish got stranded on land? Coming over some rocks that overlooked the tidepools she was disappointed to find a large oddly colored male attempting to catch a meal. A low smirk curled on her maw while she watched him quietly do his best to succeed. "Is a fish really going to fill that big belly of yours? I mean, that is if you can even catch it..." she spoke her voice low, and a little mocking. "well how does the saying go? try, and try again?" she said encouraging him to give it another shot, but this time with an audience. Narsil stayed perched on the rocks half lying down so she could leap if needed. "tlk"

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Though eager to fish alone, Leander is joined by another -- a woman that he does not recognise but she smells distinctly of the Rainforest. She offers a tongue in cheek poke at his size and his fishing abilities, drawing a small grunt from the patched male who knows that he is not the most able hunter. It would be much easier to steal a meal from a scavenger but the Miroslav enjoyed fishing. Without a response, Leander refocusses on the task at hand, arm poised over the surface as his mismatched gaze watches the scaled fish underneath.

Finally, he strikes. And again, he is unsuccessful -- a most disappointing result especially in light of the company he now had. He glances over muscular shoulder, beckoning her towards the Tidepools with a flick of his head, Let us see how you go then. He hopes for his own pride that @Narsil struggles just as he had.

ooc: hope you dont mind! Narsil fully expected the man to get grumpy, be curseful maybe even try to hurt her. Instead he resumed his task, and the level of maturity he seemed to hold made her a bit interested. It would be nice to be on good terms with a lion that wasn't a cocky shit. He missed again and she had already started her descent when he motioned for her. A brow lifted while she snickered, what he didn't want to feel left out? Narsil had zero knowledge of fishing, hunting and scavenging yes. Well she could humor him she supposed. Merle body was quick to join alongside him daring to be this close and striking distance. If he turned on her now she would find it in bad taste. Though if he did that, she doubted he would care about how she found it. "Doubt I'll do any better," she said with a snort. watching the glittering scales beneath the water. Lifting a paw with claws unsheathed she waited, watching the fish swim carefully then suddenly she striked the water. In a scooping fashion, she felt scales being ripped from her claws but failed to attain a grip on the slippery creature. This meant she splashed water towards her companion, a hiss of displeasure leaving her while she stared at the fish. "Too bad they can't drown.." she muttered darkly. "tlk"

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@Narsil picks her way closer to him as Leander beckons her near, Leander inwardly storing her scent and recognising Firnen on her hide in earnest. He knows little about the Rainforest and wonders where they might stand in the political spectrum. He watches in silence as the lioness preps herself by the banks of the tide pools, concentrating on the task at hand but she too, would be unsuccessful. She takes this far worse than he does, giving the water a slap for good measure. Well, I suppose you have now scared off any fish we might have caught, he comments dryly, glancing down at the now deserted pool of water beneath them. You owe me a meal, he adds with a tilt of blocky head, seeing his chance for a free meal and taking it with both paws.

ooc: hope you dont mind! A low snort left her annoyed by the lack of success from either of them. Shaking her paw free of the water she moved to create some distance between them again. No need to be close when there was nothing of benefit for either party. Speaking of... Slowly her head turned to stare at Leander like he had lost his mind. He must have, to have demand repayment over his own faults. Amber eyes narrowed dangerously while a smile that was far from inviting curled upon her maw. "Tsk, she clicked her tongue in disapproval. "you requested me to try. There was never a promise of success, you took a gamble and you lost." she reasoned to him voice steady but becoming a low hiss, tail tip twitching. There was one lion in this world that could make demands of her. He was not that lion. "I owe you nothing" she added with a little growl. Maybe if he had asked sweetly she would have considered it. "There is plenty washing up on the shore, I am sure you will find something to suit your tastes," she added with a snort, her body had begun to rise into a stand. Her shoulders cautiously rolling forward, she didn't think her denial of his request would go smoothly. And she was ready for when he reacted, should he. "Manners can get you a lot farther than assumptions, " she added cautiously. "tlk"

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Strangely enough, Leander comes to find that women are easier to get up in arms than they had previously. Or perhaps he was simply running into the wrong ones. From fishing side by side to now having the woman spout words that implied she was offended, the patched male blinks in surprise. Had he completely misread the situation? He knows his brother and especially his father would not take such a response from a woman. Leander has never lived up to his family's expectations.

A simple no would have sufficed, the Miroslav man replies, standing where he was and watching the woman carefully lest she put her words into action. The woman goes as far as to offer words of wisdom which all but draw a bemused quirk of a brow from the patched male who felt rather patronised. I do not want a washed up fish, he counters nonchalantly, as if ultimately unbothered by her outburst, ignoring her words of caution.

@Narsil

ooc: hope you dont mind! Oh shit, he was actually a softy? Or maybe he just was feeling lazy? Either way, it worked... A bewildered stare was sent his way before she smirked at him, "ah he does know how to be polite," she crooned before moving to walk past him careful to keep him in her line of sight. Just in case. "Follow me then, I found a interesting meal nearby, still fresh don't worry," she said with a short sharp laugh, she had passed it by on the walk here but didn't feel it was worth the attempt. Maybe Leander would see it differently. "Name is Narsil, what's yours spots?" she introduced a glance towards him, wondering if he would find her mood switch rather unnerving. She wouldn't blame him if he did. "tlk"

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