Moonspear it's always summer under the sea

Caelum sniffed the earth, and he found mostly mud. Mud multiplied by a thousand, it seemed like, though there were a few other things he could smell. Some other wolves, some birds -- though not very accessible, as they weren't anywhere close to the ground in his experience, unless they got wounded -- but nothing really special.

Everyone had their say and though Caelum did not really feel the urge to say anything amidst his overeager littermates, at some point his mother's expectant gaze would land upon him too and only then would he speak, looking only as if he was commanded. Birds. He liked birds, even though they were hard to catch. They were tasty treats and sometimes you could catch one, if it fell down from the sky. They were like sky candy to Caelum. Even though he didn't think there were any on the ground right now, he could smell them because they were always somewhere.