Sticks and stones ☁️ Fishing

[Alastor]

Finding himself inevitably interrupted, Alastor paws pushed off the ground and haunches pulled himself into a standing position. Unbeknownst to him, a new arrival had approached. No crash landing either thankfully. The doberman pinscher, as suspected, would not be tolerant to such a thing. With the flap of wings passing through and the chatter of Clony, his pointed ears turned. For an animal who prominently focused on pests and insects, he was confused on why they'd dislike hunting. The act was important for their survival. Maybe this bat species specialized in a different diet though, so he chose not to argue. "If it's overrated that I need it to live, then so be it," he grumbled silently before trailing off.

Gaze shifting from Clony to Wheatley, he continued on. "If it's really necessary, I'll offer my services and catch you a fish," Alastor remarked. "Or I can teach you." As long as they didn't get snappy, they were on acceptable terms. Fishing would go south otherwise.