Stavanger Bay aefder

Honestly he'd felt a bit lazy. His prolonged presence along the shorelines wasn't driven out of some plan he had, or some forethought. No, it was the sheer desire to not have to move any further. The mild weather, warm sun, and cooling sea breeze lulled him into a sense of contentment, with fish and crustaceans galore to fill his belly.

And that's where he'd been when the beast washed ashore. Laying out on the bedrock normally submerged, but with the tide out it exposed a feast tied to a countdown. Taking advantage of the receded waters, the brute had collected an assortment of snails and crabs, their emptied shells piled high as though some sort of trophy or achievement to his side. Legs sprawled out and his tail swayed without intent as those deep copper-orange eyes peered to the black and golden stranger.

Initial intentions of leaving the bastard there to prune were dashed as the unknown male all but seized awake, hurling up empty contents from his guts. At that, Khan licked his lips and bounced down off his sideshow throne, tail upright and bobbing with each exaggerated step. An odd, coy smile spread across his maw as he closed in on the stranger, a quick cursory glance sizing him up. "Damn there boy, thought ya were dead or somethin'..." Tongue clicked against the inside of his cheek, "Woulda been a fucking waste." Only a blind fool would call this creature before them anything less than a formidable beast.

Keeping an intentionally safe distance between himself and this waterlogged savage, the arctic mutt began to trail alongside the male's right side, as though they were acquaintances. "Now now, where does one particularly sea-savvy fish like yerself plan on floppin' off to, heh?" Where did sea demons deign to roam? Khanalyr was dangerously, terribly filled with curiosity about his new friend.

@Blackjaw