He decided after his attempts with Leonce that another try was in order, silently hoping that he could find someone else to join Olympia in the process. He walked along the shoreline his tail waving behind him in the autumn air as the sun began to rise and dipped his head in the briny sea to catch a fish. The island was small thankfully so he decided a quick walk along the coastline would be all he needed to acquaint himself with the island. He took his fish and began to pace around the shore watching as the stick-like birds opened their wings and scuttled away when he came, what they felt, was too close.

Drifting around the island without any real purpose, Kane decided to try his luck in the fishing tournament while he was here. It seemed like most of the other contestants were already finished with their hauls, he hoped they'd left something for him, at least.

As he walked down the beach, he stumbled across a massive wolf that he was surprised to find alone. He could see the fish fighting over each other for food in low tide's shallow waters and knew that this spot would be where he had to take his chances. He'd likely have to share it, considering the brute was beginning to catch his own prey.. so Kane decided he might as well introduce himself.

"It's surprising there is enough fish out here to support this many wolves, don't you think?" Singular red ruby kept on the male as he waited for some sort of confirmation that he was willing to give his attention.

He turned to face the wolf, a fish still in his jaws and lifted his tail in a gentle wag, dropping his catch on the sandy shore. “Yes it is, though I suppose with it being so close to the ocean that isn’t much of a surprise.” He spoke, trying not to look directly into the male’s blind eye. His courtesies from his homeland hadn’t fully abandoned him yet although he had noticed his speech had become less formal. He meant to spend more time with his siblings to reacquaint himself with the silvered tongue of a diplomat but it seemed any time he tried he was pulled away- not entirely against his will- by Célestin. “My name is Pegasus Beaufort, who do I have the privilege of speaking to?” He asked, forcing as much of his old speech into his words as possible. Without any hesitation his blue eyes locked on a silvery fish cutting through the waves and with a pounce the golden wolf lept for it. "Talk"  "Thought"   "You"