For the most part, he managed to completely submerge himself in his own activities, it wasn't until he was lying on his side scaring the minnows with extended claws like some sort of bemused cat that he turned his eyes up to Fakir again. "Eat them like this? Would that be ok?" Surely, he'd eaten moving food before, for very special occasions, they often ate squid or urchin, fresh and writhing. These little ones seemed different though, maybe it was just the river that made him wary, but being afraid of them would get him nowhere, and Mesut worked so hard to rile them up like he did, he ran his arms through the shallow pond he created until one of the fish flopped onto land. It popped up when he touched it with a claw, but on the second, skewered it and hastily chomped down on it's upper half. The crack of it's head under his fangs was satisfying, the taste much less salty than expected, but not unpleaant.<br/><br/>Mesut sat there for a moment to pick off the rest of the little fish, visibly moving his tongue over teeth after to brush away the flecks of blood and wiry fish bones. He decided it was well enough for a second, but quickly leaned up on his forearms when Fakir offered to catch a bigger fish. His tail swayed out of the way, letting the minnows scatter like their lives depended on it. He didn't seem so upset anymore either, making the air between them much more comfortable.  "I'll help, yes. How big will it be?" Maybe those were the splashes he saw earlier, larger fish lurking in the deeper depths of the stream. Excitably, he moved over to the shallow cascade, enjoying the feeling of the water rushing over his body as he did.<br/><br/>Fakir disappeared when he reared his head, but he kept put, most of the splashes had stopped when he rushed out into the water, fish darting away from him, and the eerie silence lasted only a brief moment before the horse stampeded his way from upstream. Overwhelmed, Mesut jolted back briefly, but the large body of a fish jutting out of the short cliff took all of his attention. He wanted it, more than just to show he could have it, his stomach so disappointed by the dry meat of the previous night seemed to own more control over him than any of the anxieties or doubt.<br/><br/>The fish swam his way, and before he could register it slammed into his side more roughly than expected, prompting Mesut to lunge his upper half over it, tumbling back a few rolls as the fish disappeared in the frantic coiling of his body. He felt scales bite at his fingers from where he sunk his claws in, water flooded his nose and washed over his eyes, but he lingered still, body tightening. He quickly raised his head towards Fakir, scrunching up his nose and sneezing out small splatters of river water. He'd caught it! The fish surged again, Mesut tightening his grip in it's cold body.<br/><br/>He was afraid of moving any more than he already had, despite near strangling the fish with as much of himself as he could manage, looking up at the approaching centaur expectantly. He couldn't bite this one's head off if he tried, even wondering if fish this large and lively could bite him back. It seemed possible, it certainly fought more than any minnow he toyed with earlier. He hadn't even noticed he lost the bandage on his side somewhere in the struggle, loose strands sticking out of the long braid that floated around him. Mesut couldn't really place his joy into words, waiting for Fakir to do that for him. Would they eat it right away? Did they have to cook it?