Dawnlark Plains Fishing for ya

aditya liked to walk the streams; as a child of the coast, it made him feel more at home in the vast plains. dawnlark could be considered a sea of its own, but of land, not water--which he ultimately preferred. the burly male padded slowly along the shore of the meandering creek, eyes peeled for anything of interest. as he came along a bend, he saw a grayscale male he'd not noticed before.

his hackles raised momentarily, but relaxed as he remembered they had invited someone new recently. aviana's brother, he thought it was? his golden eyes surveyed the man from a distance. good size, the marks of battle marring his pelt. . .no tail, which adi found intriguing. he was fishing, and so aditya waited from a distance until he had seized his quarry, not wishing to disturb him.

once the fish was dead and gone, placed on the shore, adi gave a gentle chuff of greeting, trotting slowly toward the man with his head raised. he hoped he was a little more friendly than aviana had been, upon their first meeting.

"well caught," he remarked warmly, nodding toward the fish on the ground. "i don't believe we've met; i'm aditya. nice to see a new face around here--it's been a while."