The waiting was driving him crazy! By this point his entire body was jittering all over from having to sit still for so long. He almost jumped out of his scales when he felt a pat on his head.
"Ya need to settle down, fish boy. Ya scarin' all the dang fish away!"
What the druid man received in response was puppy dogs eyes and a gargled whine. "Wanna noms 'em!" States Moloshol urgently. His belly roars afterwards to prove his point.
"If ya sit still then ya can catch one of 'em."
Hearing as such only makes him huff sending a glare at the stick in his clawed hands. This way of catching the fish was boring!
"Ya'll get used to it, I promise fish boy." Reassures the old man as he patted the tinier creature on the shoulder. It only made the other grumble in irritation, which made him cackle in amusement.
A noise of surprise yelps from the smaller male's lips when he is suddenly pulled into an one armed hug. "I love ya fish boy! Yer like the son I never had... Well... I was wild back in my younger days~ Might have a son I never met..."
Something about his words churned a fuzzy warmth inside Moloshol's chest. It brought a wide toothy grin to his scaly face.
However, the touching moment would come to an end when...
"HEY! That's my fish! I caught it! Catch yer own!"
...the murloc jumped off shore to latch onto the fish attached to the human's line with his teeth...
He would fall right into the ocean right afterwards swallowing the animal whole. He'd swim around a bit chasing other fish that caught his attention. In the distance he'd hear some cursing and screaming.