Sea Lion Shores close our eyes to the octopus ride

The kid did not seem to be startled by Wraen's presence and neither did he express any awkwardness around her, which was very common with young people his age. When interacting with the youngest Firebirds now, Wraen had noticed the change in their attitude towards her. Especially with boys. Elfie, Bronco, Pox and Crow - they all had reached that stage in their lives, where they questioned everything with a deep-set frown on their faces and did not take any advice seriously, unless they themselves had learned the usefulness of it. 

Maybe it was because she had become such a set and obvious feature in their lives like furniture in the house. Unless it breaks (or in case of a fridge - it's empty of contents), no one has any interest or admiration for it. So, Wraen was glad to interact with a young person, who did not consider her as a mere worn-out, comfy sofa, and went to inspect the bones he had pointed at. Her muzzle traced the outline of the arched ribs, stopped to sniff more in detail, where the skull had been, and finally did some digging und unearthed a yellowed femur from the sand.

"I do not know, who the animal has been - probably, one of the sea-dwellers," she told the boy and then pushed the bone towards him. "But if you crack open the fat end of this one, you might get some marrow to eat."