Ghajini’s tail twitched irritably as he silently watched the still waters. Every time he reacted to a tug on the line had resulted in an empty hook. Dejected, the griffon baited the hook and recast for the third time in about 20 minutes.
 
“What’s going on with these fish? They’re not biting like they used to.”
 
There came another tug, he waited patiently until the fish stopped swimming and began to reel it in. The line went taut and the rod bent to a low angle as he began to pull. “Damnit, this is a big one!”
 
Just keep it steady. He thought to himself, determined not to let this fish get away. Ghajini felt his paws dig into the muddy dirt. “Seriously what the heck is this…a shark?” He grunted under the strain, letting off a string of curses of what he’d do if his rod broke. Suddenly the pressure on the line vanished, the line snapped, and Ghajini flew backwards into the bushes.
 
“Oh for the love of -!”
 
And he cursed.
 
“Hey Gaz you great griffon warrior! How many fish you got?” The griffon struggled to pull himself out of the bush and looked back down into the river. There he saw a head peeking out of the water, watching him like an imp.
 
“What the hell are you doing in there, Hightide? Get out before you scare away all the fish!”
 
Hightide laughed as he paddled around lazily. “Seeing what you’ve done so far, I don’t think me being here really matters that much.”
 
Ghajini growled. “Whatever you floating pile of seaweed, I’d like to see you do better.” Hightide stopped laughing and stared at the griffon. Before the silence drew out too long he shrugged and went back into the murky depths of the river. Ghajini could do nothing but sit on the shore waiting. “Where did he go. Did he swim down river?” Before he could start to worry the still water rippled, then a massive fish broke the surface and clocked Ghajini in the face. “Ow!” it was heavy enough to knock him over. The next thing he knew Hightide was standing next to him sopping wet with a goofy yet prideful smile on his face.
 
“So what do you think? Is this better?”
 
After the shock subsided, Ghajini groaned.
 
“I mean look at it! It’s almost as big as I am. Might need your help bringing it back home.” Ghajini wiggled free from under the fish’s weight, his face awash with confusion. “How the…what did you…how did you do this?” Hightide merely shrugged. “Dunno. You’re a great griffon warrior right?” Hightide puffed out his chest. “How don’t you know how to fish?” He dodged the griffon’s half hearted swipe.
 
“Oh yeah, I forgot cats hate water!”  

 
As the story goes, at this point Ghajini has been living with Hightide and his family for a little over 6 months now. Gaz and Hightide have gotten closer together, eliminating some of Gaz’s anxiety and alienation he feels in Ponyville. But he doesn’t yet know about ‘Tide’s shape-shifting ability. Also quick note that Hightide can only turn into a kelpie. He isn’t a changeling.