Aym sat back, licking his claws, savoring the warmth of the fire and the delicious meal he had just finished—until he heard the hiss.

Low. Sharp. Full of venom.

Then—

"AYM!"

Aym barely had time to react before Narinder stormed toward him, fur bristling, tail lashing, eyes narrowed to slits.

"Did you eat it?" Narinder’s voice was cold, controlled—but there was murder in it.

Aym blinked. "Eat what?"

Narinder pointed to the empty plate in front of Aym. "The fish. The last fish." His voice trembled with rage. "I was saving that!"

Aym's stomach sank. Oh. That fish. The one he had casually eaten because no one else had grabbed it. The one Narinder had been talking about all day.

"...Oh."

Narinder's tail lashed violently. "Oh? Oh?! Do you have any idea how long it took me to catch that?" His claws scraped against the stone as he stalked forward.

Aym, struggling to hold back laughter, leaned away. "Uh, I didn’t see you catch it, sooo…"

Narinder’s ears flattened. His pupils shrank.

And then—he hissed.

Aym snorted. "Oh? You gonna swat at me too?"

Narinder actually did. A quick, sharp smack to Aym’s arm. Not hard, but enough.

Aym burst out laughing. "Are you—are you really mad over a fish?"

Narinder sat down with a grumpy huff, arms crossed, tail flicking wildly.

"You owe me a fish," he muttered.

Aym smirked. "Or I could just take a nap."

Narinder shot him a glare so icy it could freeze the flames of Hell. "Not near me, you’re not."

Aym stretched, pretending to yawn. "Ohhh, but I think right next to you is the best spot."

Narinder growled.

Aym grinned wider. "Fine, fine. I’ll get you another fish."

Narinder lifted his nose. "You better."

Aym chuckled, standing up. Totally worth it.