Oystercatcher Tide Pools Wolf King

As dull as he was, Anuniaq at least knew this would be a fight that he had little chance of winning. Ikkalrok was a proficient sea fighter, having trained alongside the woman named Sâvittok who herself was a force as mighty as the ocean waves. Anuniaq instead was a man of mountains and stone, most at ease in amongst the dizzying heights of near insurmountable peaks. The opportunity to train was never one to be passed up, however, and so he accepted the challenge despite the odds — he had yet still so much to learn.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spied a ghostly figure trailing the shoreline; a silent sentinel. The pale mute was a welcome companion during their travels, as Anuniaq never did do well with chatterboxes (if only because he lacked the intellect to actually hold any sort of meaningful conversation), and he was a remarkable warrior.

As Ikkalrok suddenly pressed deeper into the waters as he passed, Anuniaq followed dutifully with a bounding leap over an incoming wave. Water was flung into the air as his heavy form landed again, and he swayed purposefully to the right for a moment as if to attack from that side. He knew the dark woman would not fall for that trick but habits were a hard thing to break. With a rumble, Anuniaq then jerked to the left and made to ram his shoulder into the side of her chest to knock her off balance.