A frenzy had erupted from within the resort, people clamoring and scrambling about from just behind him. The tranquility so much a staple of Galdin had come undone; the monotony broken by something he had yet to understand. He’d glanced backward, rather lazily, as if to catch a glimpse of whatever tumult found a home at the resort. Much to his surprise, the clicking and clacking drawing ever nearer was not at all anything he’d envisioned for a guess. Out onto the dock had a small, unrecognizable thing come bowling along. The guilty party, no doubt, in all of its plumed thievery. It had rushed right past him—or, waddled, more like, given the burden it hauled in its mouth. An unusual sight, indeed! One cause for alarm, he’d justify that: wildlife had rarely trespassed here, save for a stray feline, a bird in passing.
This, however, was very much different. New species discovered, here and now?! By one Dino Ghiranze, no less, if he were to break the news! Teal pools lit up, the glimmer of opportunity twinkling in his eyes. If he’d a calloused heart, he’d have jumped at his phone—but the poor thing, helpless, lost, frantic, and strangely adorable, had gained the better of his sympathy. Dino was quite the soft touch when it came to fluffy, furry little critters. It mattered not that this was likely the accused, for no ill intentions would ever be theirs. Not in his mind. And when it scampered right over, to use him as cover, he could not help the way his heart went out to the poor little fella.
Don’t worry, Dino’s got your back.
Oh, he’d bail it out of this one: Galdin security would see a sincere apology, an excuse, and a promise of upfront payment for the damage done. They had, inevitably, found Dino harboring the criminal—but being the smooth talker he was, he’d played the right cards to earn the favor of the management. Claimed responsibility, he did. Damages and losses would be paid for, but this would see the depletion of wealth. When Dino would otherwise pinch his loose pennies, here he would have to let them go. But it was all for a good cause, in his eyes, as he’d simply hated to think what would happen if anyone less lenient were to get their hands on the critter. As a bonus, they’d let it keep its fish. Who would want it now, anyway?
“See that, little guy? You’re in the clear!” And with a smiling face did he peer down below, watching the feathery bundle between his legs as he’d just saved it from rebuke.
YELLING. LOTS of yelling, chaos embodied in the form of a manager and the unsettled murmuring of guests as they peered over the railing from the deck above. The young trico might have hissed, might have tried to take a swipe at the limited view of shoes from their place beneath the bench, but to do such actions would jeopardize their FISH and they weren’t giving such a treasure up for anything. Instead it presses itself as far as it can against the back wall, little paws planting themselves on the bass as it started to tear into the stolen meal. Time was scarce, most likely -- - a belly had to get full sometime, and without a mother it would be even harder. Feast while it could.
The fish was without a tail soon enough, with the little creature digging in and ignoring the compromise heading up top. What little the beast knew of two-legs had not improved --- - rather, fears became emboldened with the display of chaos shown over one little fish. Not for the first time since the separation the little creature wished for a reunion with its mother and squabbling siblings, safe and tucked away where the likelihood of being found was dismal. Yet wishful thinking served little purpose, for this was HERE and NOW that they must deal with.
So startled was the hatchling at the sight of the two-leg’s face that it jumped, soft plumage scattering haphazardly as it arched like an indignant feline and dug their claws into the bass. No, no -- this was THEIR fish, and it would FIGHT to keep it. Brief consideration for where else to hide was made, but they knew there wasn’t --- - it was the bench or the water, and the creature knew the odds of floating weren’t hopeful. Instead the beast hisses, eyes glimmering red in the hopes that it would deter the two-leg from pretending it ever existed beneath him at all.
Hopefully the threat was intimidating enough.
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