Welcome to Gaia! ::

Anga panted as he waded through the grass. He's traveled a long way from the dry savanna. As a matter a fact, why was he walking so far? Normally, using up too much energy was a no-go. Exercise was over rated. It made him hot and grumpy, two things he never enjoyed. Plus, he looked good already, no need for extra exertion.

His tongue lolled out from between his jowls. Man, he was thirsty. His paw caught in a dip in the ground and he lunged forward. He rolled forward and just laid there, defeated. His nose twitched and snorted as he unclogged some grass and dirt from his nostrils. Stupid ground, making me fall. His eyes darted to what little dirt he could see through his awkward position. A mud puddle greeted his eyes. Water! He un-tangled himself and dashed towards it. His tongue darted out and lapped at the mud. His mouth was welcomed by a big helping of dirt. He gagged and spat out the mud. Ugg, Anga needed real water. Raising his head for a better view, Anga scanned the horizon. His eyes fell on a lake not too far from where he stood.
Ah! Praise the gods!
With his last bit of energy left, he raced forward, his eyes trained on the water's edge. As he got nearer, he sped up and glared at the lake with a new determination. In one giant leap, Anga cleared the distance between himself and the lake, landing cleanly in the water. He let himself sink the few feet to the bottom before kicking himself back to the surface. Ahhhhhh~ water, how I have missed you. He wadded back to the edge and pulled himself from the water.
He took a few, giant gulps before plopping himself on a nice, warm rock.
A sigh passed through his lips. He could get used to this.

His belly full of water and pelt warm from the sun, Anga let out a peaceful sigh. This was the life. No more running around the hot savanna trying to scavenge up some food. This lake offered the perfect spot to easily pick off prey that traveled to the water's edge.

Anga was drawn out of his blissful thoughts when words penetrated his brain. He raised his head to the direction of the noise and his eyes were met with a dark colored female. Woah~ a female. Anga lived a very solitary life and rarely met other lions, let alone females. He seemed to rub some people the wrong way. Not that he could imagine why.

"Uh," he uttered, "well, this here is a lake." He gestured towards the water.
"And this a rock." He patted the rock.
"I'm more than willing to share if you'd like a spot. It's quite comfy," he said with a grin.

Anga noticed the intensity in her eyes and the way her nostrils flared. Oh, great. He's done something to piss her off. He mentally sighed. I swear, I'm always doing something wrong. Well, this was such a lovely place and he didn't want to get chased off so quickly... so Anga peeled himself off the rock and stepped more into the open. He sat and loosened his muscles to appear smaller and hopefully, friendlier.

"Woah, woah. Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to step on anybody's paw here." He raised his own paw before continuing. "The name's Anga and I've been walking for miles." He gestured in the direction he came from. "Just sort of~ you know... wandering around. Lookin' for a good place to rest my rump. Then just before I'm about to die." He places a paw over his heart and hunches over in mock pain.
"I noticed this... this place of salvation." He hunches over more, allowing his mane to hide his face.
"And then just before I'm about to die..." Pause for dramatic effect. "...the warrior spirit takes my soul and throws me into the welcoming arms of water herself." He throws his forearms up in the air and raises his face towards the heavens.
He cocks his head back towards the only audience member.

Anga let go of the breath he'd been holding. He was hoping his demeanor didn't annoy her. It was lonely always being left out because of something he said, though he'd never admit it. The offer of fish sounded fantastic. It's been a while since he's had fish. Living in the savanna for so long really only offered gamy meat buckets. Not that it was bad, but it was time to mix it up a bit.

"Sure! I'm starving and fish is perfect." He stood up and padded over to her. He kept a well enough distance to be close, but not in her personal space.
"Since we're about to embark on an epic adventure to rustle up some fish...what should I call my partner in crime?" He asked, as his head tilted to one side and with an edge of a smile.

Anga padded forward a bit and contemplated his choices. He's lived most of his life in the savanna, so hunting for fish isn't something he's familiar with. He wouldn't want to look like an idiot in front of a lioness, but then again... he'd love to try his paw at catching fish. I wonder if I could swim fast enough to snap my jaws around a fish belly... He thought to himself. While he was thinking about nibbling on some fish, he opened and closed his mouth, imagining the precision needed to execute the kill. He nodded his head after reaching a decision.

"Alright! Let's go catch our own fish." He was looking forward to the adventure ahead. Leaving the savanna was the first step in exploring not only new territories, but who he was as a lion. There was no way he was going to back down from a new experience.
His new found determination glowed on his features.

Alright, Anga was pleased with himself. For once he didn't scare away somebody after talking to them for a few minutes. He can now add that to his list of accomplishments. Not that it was very long... in fact, eating a bug was on there. Not the most steller list, but it made him happy.

Anga studied Kokoleka's demonstration on fish hunting. He lifted up his own paw and tested the motions. He could do this, yep. It's the swimming while hunting at the same time that worried him, but if she could do it, he could too.

Anga wadded in after Kokoleka. Anga thought she moved with confidence in the water. It was obvious she's done this quite often. No worries, he thought to himself, I can do this too. He got deep enough in the water that his paws couldn't touch the ground. Then he started diving for a short bit. He couldn't hold his breath very long, but it gave him time to look around.

Anga kicked his back feet a little harder to get his whole head out of the water. His mane sort of weighed him down, which was annoying because he had to spend extra energy to get his big head out the water.
"There's no way I could sink~ I'm too full of gas." He snorted bubbles from his nose as he laughed while sinking back into the water. It was sad, but his own jokes made him laugh. At least he'd never be sad.

Though, at the instructions for catching the fish, Anga needed to be serious. You can't catch a fish with bad jokes. Though... he wasn't quite sure how he was going to catch a fish and not let all the water go down his throat. Oh, well. He'll figure it out as it happened. One of those, in the moment kind I things, he guessed. "Lets do this."