a little violence hurt nobody

Stepping along the riverside, Levi did his best to ignore his mother as she stood further upstream snapping at the fish that rushed past the white of her muzzle. He was fine with spending time with her, especially when she when she wasn't up in his face and fussing over the state of his coat, but standing around like this was getting old fast. If this was what fishing consisted of then he wanted nothing to do with it, everyone else could hunt and fill the stores, Levi would have his own way of serving the Armada. Contribution on his own terms.

With a huff, he wandered a little further from his mothers side. Maybe there was amusement to be found somewhere around here, maybe he'd find someone to fight.