Whitefish River cupid's demanding back his arrow

The scenario unfolding before him was a new one. The half-attempted effort at aggression mixed with the obvious look of irritation was something he was unfamiliar with. He'd grown up in a shell, protected from the harsh reality that not everyone you ran into (or nearly ran into) was a friend. Of course that didn't stop him, or even slow him down for that matter. There was just enough exuberance, even in his half-starved, totally lost state that had him careening toward an unfortunate end, that he overlooked such hostilities. Even the silver males irate words dripping, with sarcasm were unable to turn him back. Nope, He just looked on with a small smile, and a gentle flick of his tail.

"Can't swim!" He added a shrug, and a grin. That wasn't true. He could swim. He just had no desire to wade through a flowing inlet of cold water. Nuts to that idea.

Gold eyes scanned the male, Of course in the interest of self-preservation he should probably move around him and keep going, but lets face it, El isn't a bright boy. "Well, if there's no way across, what's the food situation like?" Again he overlooked introductions and dived head-long into the notion of eating, and once again he expected others to help him out. Inflicted with a severe case of 'spoiled brat' it seemed.