Emy had no problem finding the fish, but she stayed back a little. She soon let go of all thoughts and feelings and acted on instinct. It was very hard for her to do this. She soon caught and killed a medium sized fish before she realized what she'd done.

Monty smiled and swam out to a spot a little opposite from Emy and Lean.

Léan pulled down a few long strings of kelp, so that they would be easy for her to reach. He also nodded towards some nearby seaweed, which grew in large leaves. He quickly caught a bigger fish for himself.

Archie followed his lead, pleasantly. He seemed to be in such a good mood.

Emy came back with a small guilty look on her face. She looked at him, then looked confused. "Soo...what now?" She wondered if there were some plants she couldn't eat.

Monty noticed this, which made him seem so much more happy than he had been when he woke.

"Tell me, what sort of foods are your favorites? Flavor-wise. I can find a plant that will fit your tastes," Léan explained, gently. He had started wrapping his own fish in some simple seaweed, which was salty and smooth to the taste.

Archie spotted a small school of fish a few feet up, and nodded towards them, cheerily.

Emy looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, I like pasta...and maybe sweets." She offered hesitantly. She wasn't sure if it would help.

Monty smiled and gently let go of his hand. "Would you like me to catch you one?"

"Sweet flavors I can do...what in the world is pasta?" Léan added, confused. He was picking through some of the seaweed to find a nice, sweet-flavored one.

Archie fidgeted and then nodded. "Yeah...I hate to hunt. I don't like killing things..."

Emy couldn't help but laugh when he asked that, loosening up a bit. "Wow. I'm going to need to take you to some places. In the future of course. Or, I guess I could go up on land for a bit and bring a boat out here." She mused over that for awhile. Then smiled a little as she watched him search the weeds.

Monty just nodded slightly, then smiled a little. "Be right back." At that, he darted after the fish like it was a game.

Léan mumbled to himself as he searched, and he finally returned with a reddish-brown seaweed with a strong odor that smelled suspiciously like licorice. "This should work."

Archie watched him, solemnly. He hated to hunt, but he didn't mind seeing others do it...he couldn't bring himself to harm a fish.

Emy smiled more as he came back with the weed. She gently took it with a soft thanks and expertly wrapped it around the fish. "That good enough?" She asked humbly.

Monty soon came back with a few medium sized fish, then held them out for Archie to pick with a smile. "Here you are."

Léan nodded, tail flicking back and forth. "That should be more to your tastes. Eat slowly, so that you can pick the bones out as you go. Usually, I won't take them out first thing...I will just eat and pick them out..."

Archie looked the fish over, smiling, and then nabbed one of the smaller ones, mumbling his thanks. He didn't eat much...so, a smaller fish was best for him.

Emy gently nibbled on it, then smiled a little and started eating. She was getting used to the taste of the fish and the weeds weren't too bad either. She soon settled down and ate, picking bones out as she went.

Monty smiled a little and munched on a bigger one. He did notice how he always took the smaller fish.

Léan gobbled down his fish, and then disappeared from sight briefly. He returned with another for himself, and quickly downed that one as well.

Archie purred, softly, as he ate. He seemed quite content with his meal.

Emy ate at a normal pace, having been a little hungry, but not starving. She looked up when Lean left, but soon returned to her fish when she knew he was coming back. When she finished she smiled a little and watched Lean.

Monty thought his purring was cute, but said nothing. He knew if he said anything, he'd stop.

Léan sighed, stretching his tail out slightly. "So...what would you like to do, now...?" He trailed off, and then chewed his lip. "It would be a lot nicer, actually...if there was some way to add more members to our pack. It would be much easier to defend the territory. There is a small settlement down a few miles that I'm concerned about."

Once Archie finished, he smiled, pleasantly.

Emy looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged. "I don't think we should add any more people to our pack until we settle this little tiff between you and Monty." She gave him a serious look.

Monty smiled and nodded to him. "I think we should wander. What about you?"

Léan huffed, stubbornly. "What tiff?" he demanded, idly. To him, there was no issue--no matter what, he was not stepping down as alpha.

"Okay, sounds good." Archie's tail swished back and forth eagerly. It had been a while since he'd had any sort of contact with companions, so this was nice for him.

Emy just gave him a look, meaning she wasn't stupid and wasn't going to put up with his stubborness. "Look...I just don't want you guys fighting every time he shows a little affection towards your brother." She gently touched his hand, smiling a little at him. "If we can't tolerate each other...expanding the group is just going to brew more animosity."

Monty smiled and gently led him off. He was careful to stay within the boundaries though.

"I'm not going to trust him with my brother until he proves he's going to take good care of him." When it came to Archie, Léan was ten times more bitchy than he usually was.

Archie seemed hyper-alert of everything. Like his brother, he seemed to be wary of the small settlement that was nearby, and bristled whenever they neared it.

Emy nodded slightly, knowing she wouldn't get him to come around. "Alright. I understand." She moved in front of him, looking up into his eyes. "I love you. I don't want to create any more problems for you until you deal with the ones you've already got. Ok?"

Monty would know if there was any danger in the area and he was careful to stay within the borders.

Léan nodded, still looking miffed. It was going to take him a while to accept that Monty and his brother were getting cozy around each other. He was overprotective of his brother, especially when the love interests he chose were both older and more powerful than he was.

"...Something about that settlement a little ways down turns me off..." Archie murmured, tail flicking back and forth.

Emy nuzzled up against him, trying to cheer him up at least a little bit.

Monty shrugged slightly. "Don't worry. They don't feel all that powerful."

Léan glanced off into the distance, relaxing just a bit. He didn't seem to want to get anywhere near the two of them until they decided what their relationship was going to be...friendship, or something more.

"It's just one of their scents that worries me, really..." Archie frowned. The particular scent that was scaring him was of a very aggressive male, who would appear in human years to be around nineteen years of age or older.

Emy relaxed against him, her breathing slowing alot. She was so tired for some reason, but loved him so she stayed awake. She was really trying.

Monty knew what he was talking about. He looked at him, very seriously. "I won't let that male hurt you."

This did not escape Léan's notice. "Go to sleep," he chided, pointedly. "If you're tired, rest...I don't mind..."

Archie sniffed slightly, and then nodded. He seemed to trust Monty's word on that, at least. He didn't trust very easily, usually...

Emy looked up at him, eyes droopy. She smiled tiredly at him and kissed him softly. "Thank you dear."

Monty looked very serious about this. He looked at him a little more, then looked down. He felt like he needed to prove it somehow.