whale I would never

Standing by the shore of the Sound, Levi watched the massive grey shape coast along the surface of the water. Despite his Mother's love of fish, he'd never really been one for swimming - least of all even a little tempted to see what the great beast looked like underwater. Supposedly, wolves could bring down such a creature, if they had the right tools and know how, but as far as Levi was concerned it wasn't even worth the effort. Sure, the meat would be plentiful, but there was such a thing as too much of a good thing. Even the Armada would have trouble processing so much meat at once and storing it, making sure it wouldn't spoil? He grimaced at the thought.

He'd picked his way across the rocks with ease, liked the solitude of this place, even if his nose told him wolves meandered about fairly often he didn't think the risk of running into someone else was too great. In short, he was a snippish little prick who liked to be left alone.