Cerulean Cape there ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes

I said we could finish when you get back but let's change that to "we can have another" when you get back! ;)

He exhaled through his nose, not quite in a snort but in a manner that told of how he erroneous he believed her to be. If the standard she used to compare was size and physical strength (which he continued to assume), then he had but one unspoken comment: neither of those things mattered if one knew where to put their teeth and was nimble enough to put them there. There were ways to deal with raw power that did not require an equal or greater amount of your own.

She rose to leave and he did not follow. There was a part of him that wanted to share more of his logic, to change her mind and open her eyes to what he was saying and what he was offering, but he was selfish and that greater part of him did not care. He would not chase down his kin and spend much of his time convincing them; the offer was on the table and it was on them to accept it or seek more answers, or to continue walking alone.

The shadow turned and slipped further down the shoreline.