Blackbeak Bluff vér kalóz

She sprang forward in a feint, but the sea wolf was quick on his feet... when he chose to move them. Calling her bluff, he did not move at all, nor did he even flinch. He may have been a corpse for all the reaction she received from him. He sniffed derisively, and slowly his brown ears pitched toward her. She was standing in a place few who knew him dared, and fewer still returned from.

"I give the orders," he said as he paced forward, and if she did not move he'd shove his cold nose right against her own until his muzzle creased, fangs at the ready, as his bone-colored eyes bore into her own.