I know otters, Jigano perked up, fondness in his mental tone. My friend has an otter Attuned shift. They're very cute. I've not tried to pet her before in that form though. A pulse of rueful amusement filled the bond for a moment at the awkwardness of that thought. Petting Attuned when they were shifted was always a little questionable unless you knew the person well.
I've never petted a lion, either, he admitted, this time with a bubbling laugh. I'd probably lose an arm if I tried. He and Remi might have found a comfortably neutral footing to interact on, but they had never been close enough for any casual touching, shifted or otherwise. I think it's rougher than a housecat's fur, though. And yes, big claws, that they can retract into their paws or push out to grab their prey with. I... don't know if they can swim. I think so? He was uncertain on the last bit, but it would make sense. From what he knew of his world they needed to cross rivers in their hunting grounds, at least, but he'd never seen it in person.
He bobbed gently in the water with the wave action current, listening to Delta's ideas intently, and giving a larger dip of his head in agreement at the merfolk's idea. I'll see what I can find, he promised, plunging deeper into the water and shifting his coils down the rock until he was completely submerged but still anchored so he could nose along the sea floor without getting dragged away by the tide.
He stayed near the rock formation both out of necessity and in hopes that a loose rock had been knocked loose from it that would suit Delta's purpose. His flat snout made an excellent shovel as he tested several different chunks of rock - too small, too big, and too square, respectively - until he found one that was promising. It was half-buried, its shape uncertain, but when he pushed his head underneath it and lifted it revealed itself as wedge-shaped and small enough for the mermaid to get her hands around while being large enough to be sturdy. Delta, over here, he called, doing his best to throw a curve of his body around it and drag it back towards the trapped handle.
I've never petted a lion, either, he admitted, this time with a bubbling laugh. I'd probably lose an arm if I tried. He and Remi might have found a comfortably neutral footing to interact on, but they had never been close enough for any casual touching, shifted or otherwise. I think it's rougher than a housecat's fur, though. And yes, big claws, that they can retract into their paws or push out to grab their prey with. I... don't know if they can swim. I think so? He was uncertain on the last bit, but it would make sense. From what he knew of his world they needed to cross rivers in their hunting grounds, at least, but he'd never seen it in person.
He bobbed gently in the water with the wave action current, listening to Delta's ideas intently, and giving a larger dip of his head in agreement at the merfolk's idea. I'll see what I can find, he promised, plunging deeper into the water and shifting his coils down the rock until he was completely submerged but still anchored so he could nose along the sea floor without getting dragged away by the tide.
He stayed near the rock formation both out of necessity and in hopes that a loose rock had been knocked loose from it that would suit Delta's purpose. His flat snout made an excellent shovel as he tested several different chunks of rock - too small, too big, and too square, respectively - until he found one that was promising. It was half-buried, its shape uncertain, but when he pushed his head underneath it and lifted it revealed itself as wedge-shaped and small enough for the mermaid to get her hands around while being large enough to be sturdy. Delta, over here, he called, doing his best to throw a curve of his body around it and drag it back towards the trapped handle.
