Shimmering Sands glass teeth mask

"Someone's gotta watch yer back," Raptor responded smoothly as he shook out his coat and undoubtedly showered his companions with yet more sand. But what sea wolf worth their salt did not have a briny, gritty coat on their hide. "Gotta make sure you ain't missin' nothin'." The sable corsair was prone to distraction and impulse. The latter of which was part of the reason he had chosen to accompany the pale pirate and far more radiant sister on their quest. So it was any number of things that had caused him to lag behind and he could not be arsed to recount them all. In the end and certainly when push came to shove, Raptor was dependable to the few he associated himself with. In between, he was just a gallivanting youth looking for his next shot of dopamine.

"We gonna stand around yakkin' or get some grub?" His eyes flickered between Sandpiper and Smokestep, lingering just the tiniest bit longer on the girl before fixing on the larger wolf. Their undisputed leader. "C'mon Smokie! Or have I gotta go ahead now and find somethin' to keep you two fed with?"