Things weren't meant to end up like this. Nirari had been assigned as part of a larger hunting group by his pod for that week, which was his opportunity to make his name known in the community through his ability to support the troupe and provide. But... Of course something had went wrong. Things always go wrong whenever Nirari is set to prove himself. He had separated from his hunting group somewhere during their time beyond the reef in his thirst for a greater glory. He had been determined to find something so utterly massive to bring home that the king would have no choice but to recognize him for his worth. That had been the goal, but it had been shattered almost instantly after he lost sight of his hunting group. It was like the storm had been planned exactly for his downfall, and no amount of swimmimg against the current could help him. He was tossed about in the water for what felt like hours, and it was dark when he finally came back to consciousness stranded on a beach. He was exhausted and too far from the water to drag himself back. Death had taunted him.

Yet now, almost a week later, he found himself alive and well. In fact, he found himself eager to revist that same spot where he'd almost died, carrying a fistful of shiny pebbles and shells he'd picked off the seafloor for you. His savior. He pulled himself ashore with a quiet grunt, his iridescent tailfin dragging uselessly behind him as he got ashore. His gills pulsed in the hot sun and every instinct told him to return to the water. But he couldn't. He had courting to do.

A soft clicking sound from the back of his nasal passage, his dorsal bursae, to try and call for your attention. You had to be nearby.