fish are for the birds

The kid was always quick to believe the words of his elders. He knew nothing about fishing, hadnt given it a go himself yet. Other then that one time where he and his brother killed a shark beached in shallow water. So he looked to the man, looking up at him - figuratively, not literally. He was going to be a beast of an adult - and lapped up the others words. He spread out his feathery appendages, letting them drape lightly onto the sand on either side of him. The new wolves always had something to say about his wings. To Mortis, the just existed, but outside of The Armada they were something unheard of.

"Next time your having a good day, think you could teach me?" He wondered. It would be a neat skill to learn, and he could impress his siblings next time he saw them.