Two Rivers Isle better get back to the black hole sun

The dark boy was having none of Kingfisher's games. Even as he closed the space between them again, the boy revealed his teeth in a growl and muttered something distressed. The pale seafarer passed him by and then turned once more to face the stranger. His tail swished behind him once or twice. He trotted on lengthy limbs back toward the dark, miserable fellow. Two molten eyes bore on him as they sat attached to an disapproving face. As ornery as the young wolf was, Smokestep did not feel the slightest urge to step away to leave him with some space. Crunching back through the snow, he slowed his pace as he stood within five yards of the darker male and chuckled softly.

“What's got yer tail in a twist?” he prompted. That familiar crooked smirk had not left his face. He squinted shut his one silver eye and bore into the boy with a muddy crimson orb instead. “Show a leg!” the pirate barked. He wasn't sure if he'd ever seen such a sorry sack before. The darker male looked like he had some piss and fight in him, but he didn't seem to be in the mood for showing that side of the coin.