Go the Distance

Beach territory? Fishing huts? It seemed after every other word from. Wylan, Seneca's eyes just got bigger and bigger. His front paws tapped against the cold stone of the wall before he fully dropped into a play bow. "But but Wylan! You don't gotta swim to fish, I promise! Oh I'll have to show you!" His rump wriggled in the air as his tail wagged furiously. Not only did he love fishing, but he also loved being better at something than someone else.

Wylan then explained Armada was his pack, and his cousin was the leader. But before he could really digest that information, he was being told about what kind of maps he knew of. His whole body was nearly vibrating at this point, but he did his best to stay relatively still. Last thing he wanted to do was fall from this high up!

"Star charts?!" Seneca's own eyes sparkled at the thought of using star charts. "I-I would love to see them! Maybe I can teach you to fish and then you can show me Armada's maps?" He smiled broadly, hoping beyond all hope that he would agree. How exciting!