Fish out of water...

“Same!” He offered as he drug another fish up to the bank, this one much larger than the smaller fish he’d caught before. It was so large that he could barely get it to the shore without dropping it. It flailed about wildly, trying to get loose. Heaving the heavy fish onto the shore he huffed softly, it continued to flap around but this time out on the dirt. Sandor watched it slowly go still before he nodded slightly, content that it wasn’t going to move back into the water.

Sandor would wait to go back to the water as Alarr started speaking, nodding slightly, brow furrowing. “They let you?” He asked, confused. His pack had never let him out of sight, perhaps it was because Sandor had been meant to take over the pack…or perhaps it wasn’t their way. “What’s Legion like?” He’d continue to ask, trying to learn as much as he could.

Turning, he’d go back to the water, wading in he came to a stop and waited quietly. Unsure of what to say to Alarr, he settled for silence with an attentive ear. When Alarr spoke about being a bird he’d look away from the water and to the pup, head tilting slightly before looking up at the white raven that flew about above them. “Never thought of that…I guess it could be cool…being above everyone.” Sandor noticed a ripple in the water and dived for the fish that caused it. Maybe he would get lucky?