Sticks and stones ☁️ Fishing

[Alastor]

With the sun above their head and the warm weather, Elysium seemed to be getting back on track. Plus, the last of that dickish crow god seemed to perish. Alastor thought he deserved a break because of that... or at least that was the reasoning for him being idle. The doberman's legs sprawled out lazily in the sand as he laid on the shore. His eyes stared out into the horizon. Thoughts of pleasure and grandeur came to him easily as he relaxed. He was clearly enjoying his time alone. Unfortunately for him, his serene environment was crudely interrupted by the gawking of an incessant pup.

Weary eyes pulled away from the sky. Purple orbs narrowed at the other canine, letting out a soft sigh. "Do you not know how to hunt?" he questioned genuinely. For a young Elysite, Alastor wouldn't be surprised, but Wheatley seemed to be the appropriate age to start learning. He kept his trap shut though. It wasn't the time for his cocky remarks.