Silvertip Mountain Back To Me Usual Self

Hunger started to get to him. He eyed the fish again. But when the other male approached, his gaze shifted to him. An ear flicked anxiously, his tail flicking a bit here and there. From how the male approached before with the fish, it seemed it was a gift. Having no memory of him made it a bit of an awkward situation. And yet, he had a sense of familiarity. Suddenly, he recalled some conversation. Only a sliver of it, no imagery. But something about history, which was off to Chaska. But, nonetheless, hunger called him back to the fish. He shot past the other male, possibly giving him a sense of surprise as it came unexpectedly even for Chaska, and he picked up the fish. It tasted so succulent.

He whipped his head around at the other male's question, with a questioning face. "Well, that depends" he answered, although it would have been muffled with a fish in his mouth. He glanced back at the hole, and recalled the actual reason he was here. He went back over to the hole, and started digging again, while explaining. "There's just something about this hole. And I'm gonna find out what." Once again, it was muffled, coming out in a different way then he meant it. But for the best of hearing, the sentence would not be too hard to decipher.