Blackbeak Bluff watermark

He had caught a glimpse of the gray wolf's fall, and now peered with a mix of curiosity and contempt at him as he looked out from behind the black wolf's legs. Ferahgo took no measure to conceal his intentional plying for scent as he sniffed loudly, wrinkling his muzzle in his effort to identify the others.

Tortuga. Interesting. "This yer swabbie?" He inquired, drifting his gaze from the yearling to the mature male, who didn't have the same reek as the pirates of Tortuga but may have picked himself up a swab nonetheless.