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The appeal for most to this pride had been the pursuit of knowledge among many other things related to the crystals and healing. For Bheka he'd originally found him self lost with no place to go and stumbled on the silver beaches only to find them occupied. Not one for conflict he had decided to join the pride and discovered that the shores had something more valuable to him them gems which were the shells. Each one was unique in its own way while also finding a way to conform to a particular shape. Not only that but the lion liked to collect them and was experimenting with making jewelry out of the fascinating things.

Out on the silver beaches it would be hard to pin point where Bheka was if you weren't looking for the silver lion as his pelt blended in perfectly aside from some minor red face markings. He didn't mind that he blended in well with his settings because he much preferred to keep to him self especially when he was searching for the perfect shells for his craft.

A makeshift satchel hung from the lions side. It was clear that the thing was not crafted quite well because it looked like it might burst at any moment. To be fair, Bheka was looking to the craft of jewelry and not satchels.

However, the poor craftmanship was going to bite him in his a** as the bottom gave out and shells scattered by his paw in to the water. Some of the shells shattered on impact.

"No no no no no!" Bheka did his best to paw the none shattered shells on to the shores. His ears were bent back in worry as he worked frantically to save what he could.

Bheka was furiously still pawing at the shells in the ocean only to lift his ears for a moment before turning to see Msimu there. He'd been so frantic about trying to save his shells he'd forgotten others may also be on the beach and that others may be able to help.

He nodded his head yes while his eyes stayed wild and open with panic about saving his shells. Words did not form from his maw but the curt nodding was indication enough that he was indeed in need of help. He continued to paw at the shells as the swell of the ocean tried to pull some back with its tide. The gray lion was quite determined to make sure the ocean did not win here as he continued.

Bheka stopped the moment Msimu used her body as a shield for the current and sea and stared for a moment with his maw slightly agape. The level of bad-assery that she was displaying was impressive and again Bheka found himself with a loss of words.

"You don't have to lay in the ocean that seems so uncomfortable," He managed after a moment processing what she was doing. His paws worked quicker so that she wouldn't feel obligated to do what she was doing for much longer. He felt really bad that she was going through that level of trouble over him. Bheka may or may not have had some self esteem issues.

"But .. it does seem effective... Oh.." He looked thoughtful as he frantically kept pawing up the shells, "I want to say about twenty five percent but I'm not sure.. I'm not sure how many are actually intact to be honest.." One final paw full of shells and he retreated from the cause assuming the rest was not worth while.

"I think this is it.. all of them.. There may be a few shattered that I saved on accident," And reversely there may have been a few that were fine that got left behind.

What Msimu was saying made a lot of sense to the gray male. He figured they could always come back for the shells later because no one in the pride would be after these. The pride territory was pretty closed off from rogues so there wasn't really any where the shells could wander off too. The gray lion nodded in agreement.

"Yeah I think if we find some where hide tide won't reach them it should be fine," He looked to his satchel and frowned.

"I'm not talented with bags.. I tried though." The frown widened.

The gray lion had to smile at Msimu's optimism about figuring out bags. At this point it wasn't so much about the bag as the fact he was feeling refreshed to know that things were okay and his shells were just fine and maybe he shouldn't take things so seriously.

"Alright. Lets go figure out how to make a bag together than."

You could probably hear the song 'do you want to make a snowman bag whistling in the winds of the sea if you listened hard enough that is. Maybe Bheka's ears twitched in reaction to something on the winds or maybe he imagined that. The world may never know.

"Maybe ... we could figure a way out to use shells.. no no thats dumb. Follow me I'll show you where I got my materials," With that Bheka was off to show Msimu where he got his crafting materials.