Dawnlark Plains Fishing for ya

he grinned, appreciating the man's motivational speech, even as the water dripped from his jaws. "well, why don't we make it a standing appointment, then?" adi inquired, a chuckle in his voice. "i'm out walking the borders. . .pretty much all the time. i'll keep an eye out for you, and we'll practice fishing every once in a while." good in more than one way. kept the pack fed, kept their skills sharp, forged a friendship between the two of them.

aditya rolled his head toward the edge of the plains with a muted sigh. "speaking of the borders, i'd best be off," he said, looking back at sebastian. "but great to meet you--and happy to have you here." he kept his gaze on sebastian, warm and molten gold, for a long moment before dipping his muzzle with a smile.

he turned and padded away, head high, a new gleam in his eyes. failure was painful, true. . .but making a new good friend had a way of dulling that pain, for aditya.