koi wolves fishing ISN'T cannibalism

Contrary to his sibling, Takeshi didn’t mind the tediousness that came with crafting. He often spent time with his quiet sister, Ikigai, practicing their penmanship or tinkering with jewelry or other things for her. As much as he loved his siblings, all but Iki could be rather loud, which had been triggering his migraines. They also preferred to do things outside of the palace, where the young prince had been restricted for several months to be monitored by his grandmother.

Luckily, he’d been migraine free for several weeks as he’d adapted to his horn growth and he’d been able to venture outside of the palace more often. So, when his brother let out a call for his siblings, the glowing boy was quick to head in his direction. He streaked between the islands in a glowing red and black blur, the thundering of his heavy paws unabashedly announcing his arrival. He could be quite adept at hiding his presence if he so desired, but he wanted his sibling to know he was ready to help.

The boy let out a chuff of greeting to his rambunctious only brother, blood red gaze lowering curiously at the netting that was interwoven at the other’s talon-toed paws. His white dotted brows rose in question as he looked to him, head tilting to the side. His paws moved quickly across the sand, writing “fishing?” at their feet. Take could certainly go for some sushi as well. He moved across from Oki, leaning his head down to grab a strand of the netting and pulling to try and untangle the web that was surrounding the splintered piece of driftwood, trying his best not to get splinters in his gums in the process.