Bayode was, admittedly, feeling a bit like a drowned rat. He'd somehow washed ashore only about a day ago and based on how well that had gone he was probably going to have to cross out swimming on his list of skills. Based on his growling stomach it seemed fishing would be along shortly. He'd arrived only a little ways off, and frankly would have chosen not to keep skirting the sea if it weren't for the strong canine smell that told him some sort of group had set up shop there. So instead he was now plodding on the beach, scanning the tide pools as they'd started appearing and trying his damnedest to catch something, anything. All he'd gotten for his trouble so far was splashing himself with more water.
The wind was blowing towards him and he caught a somewhat familiar scent. It was both somewhat comforting and very much not. Another feline. Another lion? He wasn't sure... There was something not totally lion about the scent, and he certainly didn't know its owner. And when he finally spotted the form on the horizon Bay had to fight down the urge to take his chances with the dogs. Holy was the stranger ever big. Bayode knew he wasn't exactly a giant amongst lions but he'd never seen one quite that large.
Bayode decided he'd rather not risk getting into some sort of territory dispute. Wasn't even sure where he was right now and the last thing he needed was to step on another male's tail. So he started to swing wide. To move around behind the stranger. But maybe he didn't quite go wide enough, curiosity was a strong thing and the closer Bayode got the more curious he felt. Not only was the stranger big as heck he had markings Bayode was not used to seeing... Spots? Sure, he'd seen those before. Cheetahs, leopards, even some adult lions didn't lose them. But this amount of striping?
Unfortunately for Bayode his focus was so on the guy he was trying to look at while avoiding him that he missed the obstacle about to give his position away. The stone couldn't have been that big, but it seemed almost perfectly shaped to get right between his paw pads. To his credit Bayode did manage not to vocalize the pain he felt. But he couldn't stop the sound he made when he fit the ground, face first. It was the soft whump of a form hitting sand, and the splash of his head hitting water, landing half in a tide pool. He'd have probably also let out a gasp of some sort if his nose and mouth hadn't been full of salty water. Bayode spluttered, quickly avoiding drowning in a small amount of water but absolutely making a ton of noise in the process.
