Duck Lake ravens, not ducks

A breath of relief, one he was unaware he'd been holding, escaped through the boy's maw. "I am glad I did not give you that impression," Alastor said, a small smile returning to his features. Feeling the need to change the subject, he glanced around at their surroundings, gaze lingering on the bobbing mallards. An idea popped into his head, one that was rather childish. It was shooed away soon after, not wanting to make himself look like a fool. "Is there anything you do for fun now?" His icy gaze focused on the other lupine's, a tinge of curiosity and interest swirling in their depths. He wasn't usually such a curious wolf, but found Bone to be interesting enough to bring that out in him.