flexible so elastic

A small voice piped up over his shoulder, and the waif flinched instinctively. Wide seafoam eyes latched onto the pudgy form of a young child, though it was hard to call that a child. Though the softness and milky scent spoke of youth, the toothy youngster was very nearly the same size as him. Smoothing his hackles self consciously, the dainty male cleared his throat softly. "I was.. going to set up a trap for fish." he began cautiously, sea foam eyes scanning the youngster's features for a few moments to gauge his reaction to the information. It couldn't hurt to teach the little one some of his tricks, right? It might also be nice to have some help fishing, for a change.

"Would you... like to help?" he asked with a gentle tip of his head to one side, glancing at the ropes that had been dropped at his paws with his surprise. "You can take some of the catch, when it's done." he added with a soft smile, and gave his thin banner a soft wag against his hocks. It would be easy enough to do on his own, but perhaps passing on some of his knowledge would be nice. It wasn't like he would ever have children of his own, and maybe he was being granted the chance to pass on some of his family's techniques to a new generation in this moment.. The work would go by quicker, and while waiting for the tides to shift the boy could always wander off to pay if he so chose.