If asked at that moment, Sitirika could not have described just how shocked he was. And, of course, nor could he have explained exactly how angry he was feeling at this minute. He really hated being wet from head to toe. His legs he could handle, as sometimes that was an unpleasant necessity, but he avoided the rest as much as he could. But he wasn't about to take this laying down; he had to retaliate. And if this foolish god wanted him clean, he knew exactly how he would do that.
He shoved himself to his feet with a low, loud growl, and leapt back toward the watering hole. He cleared the space he'd walked in that one jump, his paws striking the now muddy ground and sending him spinning until his butt was now facing the fish god. He dug his back paws in the sloppy mud and kicked great globs of it right at Bahari, hoping at least one of them hit him in the face, or at the very least, made him dive under for cover. If someone so fat could fit beneath the surface, that is; the watering hole wasn't particularly deep (it would only come to perhaps Siti's shoulders if he stood in the deepest part), and Sitirika imagined Bahari would make it overflow if he put too much of that body mass in the water.
He shoved himself to his feet with a low, loud growl, and leapt back toward the watering hole. He cleared the space he'd walked in that one jump, his paws striking the now muddy ground and sending him spinning until his butt was now facing the fish god. He dug his back paws in the sloppy mud and kicked great globs of it right at Bahari, hoping at least one of them hit him in the face, or at the very least, made him dive under for cover. If someone so fat could fit beneath the surface, that is; the watering hole wasn't particularly deep (it would only come to perhaps Siti's shoulders if he stood in the deepest part), and Sitirika imagined Bahari would make it overflow if he put too much of that body mass in the water.
