Redhawk Caldera scaring each other. haunting each other.

He noticed the gesture, but didn't quite catch Makan's intention. "There?" He asked. He drifted carefully through the water, stepping as slowly as he could so that he didn't disturb too much of the silt at the bottom of the lake. "Is, uh, that a better fishing spot?" He asked. The gesture, he assumed, had been an invitation, not an offering. The quiet male seemed friendly- and with a mouthful of fish, it was no wonder he hadn't simply called out.