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The Captain was hailed from afar, the summoning howl of one of his crew reaching his ears and immediately causing his hackles to raise and his features to wrinkle in annoyance. Bad-tempered, more so than usual, the sea wolf marched toward his shores, hoping the wench had a damned good reason for calling for him rather than shifting her own paws to come to where he was.

His mood did not improve upon seeing a stranger beside her. He growled, his eyes sharp and focused, not on the large male, but on her. "What is this?" he snapped as he drew close, his ire palpable. He stood with tail twitching, tense and mad. She would have a moment to explain, just a moment, but Ferahgo had already jumped to a particular conclusion, and if was what he believed it to be, she was as good as crow food.