everything you see exists in a delicate balance

The shift of the wind would take it away from Raumr. Thankful that he didn't have nostrils full of salt, it also meant he didn't scent the other male making a wide berth around him. His focus is too intent on the tide pools in front of him to really notice. Muscles tensed, poised and ready for the right moment to snatch up a good snack. He even takes a moment to lick his lips, paws kneading into the dense sand as his stomach growls quietly.

At last, a few birds land upon a cluster of stones. Their beady eyes watch beneath the surface of a deeper tide pool, clearly interested on something below. With their attention distracted by their next meal, Raumr knew that this would be his chance for a meal. Inching closer, slower and slower, he readies to pounce, revealing his position from the brush when the sound of stones clattering and someone hitting the ground startles the birds.

As they light the air, Raumr still attempts. Rushing forward, he jumps into the air after the birds, but clearly misses the target. A growl rumbles in his chest as he turns to see what had caused the disruption in his hunt. Narrowed eyes of fiery amber see the drenched male sputtering and recovering from near drowning. Unlike the brutes of his homeland, Raumr does not stay mad. For as much as his instincts want him to be aggressive and attack the male for allowing his prey to escape, he doesn't see it that way. Clearly, this was not intentional.

Taking a calming breath, Raumr approaches slowly and cautiously. He keeps his head up, but tail low and slowly flickering back and forth. "Are you alright?" His deep rumbles of sweet honey are pleasant to anyone's ears as he gives a gentle smile.

Raumr Regalus, the Third