Two Rivers Isle better get back to the black hole sun

The teasing nip met just a hair of flesh before Smokestep pulled away and darted through the snow, kicking it up behind him. As the seafarer craned his neck to check what he had left behind, he saw the dark boy sitting in the snow with his ears tossed wayward and a menacing scowl set to his youthful features. It seemed as though the salty boy was not fond of games. It was a shame that he was faced with the trickster's delighted grin. His salmon tongue hung from the left of his mouth as he breathed plumes into the air.

Deciding that he was not finished, Kingfisher lowered his skull and began back at a slow cantering step. “C'mon now, lad. You're a sour puss, aren't ye?” he jeered with another laugh. His brows furrowed over his eyes and his lip peeled over yellowed teeth as the long-legged ghost snorted.