what do we do? we swim, swim, swim

Álarr watched as Deathbelle hauled a massive fish onto the shore. She was really good at fishing. He then listened intently as she spoke, pleased that she broke down the information into easy measurements. Afi had a tendency to throw funky terms at him like drachm or whatever he went on about. He nodded eagerly. "Ok, that makes sense. I don't think my paws will get too much bigger." He was almost a yearling and didn't expect to grow to much more. "Unlike my brother. He has huge paws! Thank you for the lesson!" He settled down then to watch the women fish quietly for a bit. He'd go swim across and gather some of the boneset in just a little bit.