Two Rivers Isle better get back to the black hole sun

He wasn't going to leave him alone, was he? Redshank's anger slowly dissolved into baffled exasperation as the other boy swept past him, circling him in a was that was not unlike a shark. He kept his gaze upon him, wary all the same despite his seemingly harmless toying. One could never trust the wolves of the Wilds, especially ones that were as jolly as the seafarer before him. He almost reminded him of Sol, in a way, playing with his food before he devoured it. The thought sent shivers down Redshank's spine and he slowly got to his feet once more. Just in case.

The smirk that danced upon the stranger's features was gradually grating on his nerves, and the boy wanted nothing more than to slap it off his stupid, mismatched face. Yet he knew, the moment his teeth met the other's flesh — if he'd even get that far — he would be done. Maybe it would be a good thing, I wouldn't have to deal with all of this shit, then. Redshank shook the thought away and, at his command, he barked back. "Th'fuck is your problem?" He felt a familiar fire stir in his stomach, one that began to override the incessant hunger. The pale boy fixed him in an eerie, single-eyed stare which stayed him, but Redshank's tail whipped at his hind legs furiously. Show a leg? What did that even mean?