a day on the river

He waited patiently as she mulled it over, his pale gaze flicking between her scrutinious gaze and the water. Tyrian had just glanced back at the girl when she suddenly flicked the stone she'd been examining at him. He was fast but not quite fast enough and had just enough time to raise a paw to swipe at it when it bounced off his chest. It clattered to the ground uncaught and he snorted a laugh before picking it up and flinging it back at her playfully. "Don't lose that, you're going to need it here in a second."

Tyrian's eyes rolled heavenward in thought. "Just for that I ought to make it a good one. Let's see..." What to do, what to do. A sly smile spread unevenly over his dark lips. Oh ho, he had a good one. "How about this...if I win, you have to bring me the tooth of a mudcat." Tyrian quirked a brow at her, daring her to take the challenge. Mudcats were catfish and the river had many nooks and crannies the (sometimes) giant fish liked to lurk in. He was using the colloquialism in the hopes of throwing her off the scent of his scheme because of course, he was scheming here. "I'll even be nice and show you how to catch them."