Sequoia Coast goodbye babylon

yo ho, it's a pirate's life for me~

The resolve of the Captain only lasted so long, and in their close proximity Roach saw the thin line of his mouth waver towards amusement. The guffaw may as well have been in his ear, though he had hardly righted himself before feeling the dark-scruffed wolf shove into him. It knocked him off balance, leaving him to stagger and compose himself with a few steps and a watery smile of his own. At best it may have briefly conveyed that he knew not what he was entirely getting himself into, but it faded as he listened to the thick accent with rapt attention.

And naturally he hung on the words coywolf but couldn't for long — not even missing a beat he was being ordered to do something. With a sure nod and a direction given, Roach set off to find this Blurryface, and wondered what questions he would discover therein to follow.