Fakir was laughing, always feeling happiest when he was running, watching larger fish continue to swim desperately in shallower water, slamming into Mesut's side before wriggling in another direction. Now that they were down here, they were trapped, the water not deep enough to leap back up the shallow cliffs back to deeper water. The centaur hadn't herded too many that way since fish didn't keep on the road. If they were eating fish, they were eating it here. And it seemed Mesut was perfectly built to eat more raw meat anyways. Fakir had a feeling both he and Mesut could eat more things humans couldn't. Humans, after all, were oddly delicate.<br/><br/>Fakir walked over to Mesut, moving to grab the tail of the fish. "Alright, then to respect that it's giving us nourishment, we end its suffering fast," he explained as he carefully extracted the fish from Mesut's claws. "You can use a rock, but most of my herd just stomp the head," Fakir explained. Because his herd could find water just fine, they didn't emulate other creatures that ate the fish's eyes and head flesh. The centaur walked over to land and set the fish down, where it started to flop wildly, even as it gasped for air. But he was used to this, and with a well-aimed kick, the fish moved no more.<br/><br/>Picking the fish back up, Fakir walked back over to the naga. He pulled a knife out before settling back in the water. "While you can eat small fish whole, large fish are a bit tricker. Their bones are studier and can puncture your insides, and you see these scales? They can shred your throat. They also have bitter guts. I'll show you how to clean a bigger fish. Though I wager you might be more accurate than me with enough practice because of your claws," the centaur said as he deftly sliced the flattened head off, tossing it into the stream to let the fish reclaim it. He took his time to point out where to cut, how to drain the fish, then scale and clean them. But he soon had a mostly boneless fish, rinsed with the water, held out.<br/><br/>"Good job, Mesut. It's all yours, eat up," he encouraged, putting the cleaned fish in the naga's hands. After rinsing his own hands off, he reached up to tousle Mesut's hair before rising. "I'm a bit bigger so I need more than one fish. Go ahead and eat, I'll go see if I can catch a few more," he said as he walked over towards where the larger fish had settled in the deepest waters they could find. The centaur was soon splashing wildly, scaring the fish back into shallow water. With practiced ease, Fakir would give chase, heavy hooves occasionally crashing into fish and making them float to the surface. He'd move to scoop them up, and once making sure they were dead, would toss them onto the nearby shore before chasing more fish.<br/><br/>Fakir stopped once he had caught four of the fish. If they were still hungry, he'd catch more later. "We spent quite a bit of time out here," he noted, looking at the sky as he settled by Mesut again. He handed a fish to the naga, to see of Mesut wanted to try his hand at cleaning a fish. "Perhaps we should just camp out here tonight. I was going to make a straight shot to a farm I knew but it's too late now," he said as he started beheading his catches. Fakir did cook his fish a bit. Not much, just enough to make it a bit more solid in his mouth, usually with a small pinch of salt.