Wheeling Gull Isle count all the bees in the hive, chase all the clouds from the sky

Malakai woke to the scent and sound of the fish plopping to the ground at the opening of their den. Instinctually, he went to check it out. Instinctually too, he would have growled and pushed on the younger, weaker siblings just the same but stopped himself. Though he wanted to (something he didn't know he was naturally driven too) he was taught that this was wrong to do and was unkind. So, very quickly after a few sniffs, he slumped back into a sit, made to stiffle those agressive displays. 

Thankfully enough, his father gave him a pawing at his shoulder, inviting him to come along with him on a walk. Thank God. Sure! With a smile, the boy trotted along after, hopefully to expel this pent up energy.