Don't Lick Me when I'm Talking
Splash! Cyrus smacked the water and effectively killed a fish with a decisive hit on its head. He bit the tail and placed it on the woven basket where two more average-sized fish laid. The Alpha wanted to catch more, but it was rather hard to fish in their marsh no matter what. The commotion from earlier also made the fish scarce. There was not enough fish for everyone again.
"Cyrus! Cyrus! I caught something!" Dylan laughed as he called out to the young Alpha. The other Gammas of the marsh turned to find the happy boy, only thinking that one more fish was better than nothing at all. It's just that…
"Are you carrying a shark, Dylan?" The young Alpha blinked at the adult bull shark the middle child was carrying. Unlike them all, Dylan didn't choose to turn into a wolf. That was why he had arms to lift the shark, but that didn't explain how the small body could easily carry such a thing.