The Captain was anchored to the coast, and he would not stray too far inland, even in his raids. There had been no shortage of packs to plunder in his old haunt, but this coast held only two, one of which had already been trespassed against by that ugly woman. Ferahgo sniffed at the coastal breeze. He had not seen hide nor hair of her since the dark wolf told him of her exploits, nor had he found a trail that he could track. Still, his eyes would be sharp for the hideous shape of her. He would be disappointed should she never return, should his teeth not be the ones to grant her end.
The seawolf loped further down the shore, alert but at ease, stopping only to paw over a bunch of kelp. Small shrimps squirmed in the tiny puddles beneath, and a tiny crab scuttled back into the weed. He may have snacked on the crustacean had he been hunting, but The Captain really only dined on his ship, and was merely, incredibly, bored. So, he dug the crab back out from its cover, and used his snout to flick it as far down the shore as he could... which was not terribly far, and so he repeated the action several times before he tired of the game.
Frustrated, he inhaled sharply and looked up and down the coast for something of interest.
Okay, so Goober was really bad at circles and directions. He had basically started following the sea, still searching for this mysterious "Reek" and "Saena." Those were, of course, Smash's friends. Truth be told, Goober wanted to impress her. Not because he had any intention of banging her—he really wasn't the type—but more because he wanted her to be his friend. If there was one thing in this world Goober pined for, it was friendship.
Catching sight of another wolf, Goober's heart leapt. Could that be Reek or Saena? he found himself thinking, and before he knew it, he was rushing toward the stranger. His body language portrayed wordlessly that he was no threat, and his bright eyes and lolling tongue only accentuated that fact. "Hi! I'm looking for somebody. Well, a couple of somebodies, for my friend. Do you know a Reek or Saena? Or have you ever heard of Redtail Rise?" he asked, not bothering with introductions for the time being.
Something of interest (not really), came in the form of a frolicking happy fellow who bounded up to him, bright eyed and tongue lolling, prattling on about some wolves he was looking for. Ferahgo was mildly caught off guard by this careless, eager approach, and so was rooted to the spot, staring blankly at length. He had heard of neither Reek nor Saena, and knew nothing of this Redtail Rise.
Compelled by some combination of boredom and ever-scavenging, opportunistic nature, Ferahgo asked "what have ye got to trade for me information, eh?"
Instead of answering him, the stranger with the funny accent asked for a trade. Goober's expression turned thoughtful for a moment, but nothing came to mind. "Um, nothing, I guess. I was just asking for a friend." The agouti wolf wasn't exactly a negotiator, and he couldn't think of anything to trade. He typically didn't do well in situations where the other party wasn't immediately cooperative.
He shrugged lightly. "If you do know them, can you tell them Smash is looking for them? She used to live there, but they aren't at Redtail Rise any longer." It was a request, but not a demand by any means. If this jerk didn't want to help Smash, that was unfortunate, but not the end of the world. As long as Goober kept asking around, somebody was bound to know one (or both) of them.
Unfortunately for his boredom, and take-everything-and-give-nothing-back way of living, this one had nothing to offer. Ferahgo blew air in a sharp and mocking pffft. "If ye got nothin' to trade for me help then don't come askin'," he snapped. He was (clearly) not a charitable sort at all. Of course, he had nothing with which to uphold his end of this trade, though he would have fabricated something reasonable to be sure.
Not inclined to converse, and with nothing else for entertainment along the desolate strand, the Captain suddenly launched forward, teeth bared and aimed at the fellow's nose.
Last one for me, I think! Unless you want to chase him down.
Goober was a little bit shocked by the dude's reaction. So when the other lashed out, Goober hadn't pulled away quick enough. A bright red line of blood now adorned his muzzle, and he yelped in surprise. He hadn't
thought that he had provoked the stranger, but apparently this guy was off his rocker. Or Goober had misunderstood. Not wanting to stick around any longer to find out, he quickly bolted past his attacker and away from the scene, hoping that the accented weirdo wouldn't care enough to chase him down.
Nope. Lol. This is exactly what Ferahgo had in mind (it was all his idea, I swear!). Thanks for the short thread! ;)
His teeth scored the fellow's muzzle, drawing forth a delightful yelp before the wolf took off past him and fled down the shoreline. Ferahgo roared with laughter, his tension and stress diminishing. Short of mercilessly beating or outright killing another, watching them run away in terror (he assumed) was the next best thing in entertainment, and also rather good for his foul spirit. So much so, that he watched for a long time, until he could not longer make out the wolf from the rest of the background in the distance. Satisfied, he turned and made his way back toward the ship.