Seaside Moors with cankered peace to part your cankered hate

It noticed him quite quickly, fixing him in a wide-eyed stare with teeth on full display. He would have been unnerved were it not for the sudden scent of urine that hit him. The boy let out an amused chuff of laughter and bared his own teeth, stalking ever closer to the feral creature even as it gave off many warning signs. Any show of weakness to Redshank was like the scent of blood to a shark; he couldn't help but be drawn to it.

"What're y'so scared of?" he asked in a mocking tone, canting his head slightly. His first thought was how he could use this stranger to his own advantage, but it seemed it would be more effort than was worth. Could it even speak?