Two Rivers Isle better get back to the black hole sun

He was just as surprised as the marauder when his teeth found purchase and managed to tear a strip of flesh from the man's underside. Blood fell suddenly across his snout and spattered between his widened eyes. He instinctively recoiled, expecting the other to retaliate with twice the ferocity. He was met with only laughter, however, as the man leapt back as if the pain was nothing to him. Blood stained his white coat yet his roguish grin remained.

And then he praised him. Redshank stood dumbly, staring, chest heaving as wasted adrenalin coursed through his veins. His legs shook, the last of his energy having been exerted from that single attack. But he was not about to keel over and die just because he was taunted into attacking some nutjob.

He tasted the other's blood upon his lips with a swipe of his tongue. It was almost...briny? He couldn't be sure. The laughing man's question seemed to come out of nowhere, but the boy shook his head regardless. He had, but not for an extended periods of time. He hadn't found much out there along the barren shores. "What's it t'you?" he snapped breathlessly.