Wheeling Gull Isle i count the final seconds

Kjalarr caught Maude's scent before her figure became easily discernible from the sand made pale by the generosity of the large moon. It was bright tonight but not too bright that Kjalarr found it a bother as he found the sun more often than not. A scowl immediately took to the viking's lips and a low huff of lazily concealed annoyance left his lips. Just because Maude was apart of Saltwinter didn't make her any less of an nuisance to Kjalarr. The bonus was he had rank on her — rank that he wasn't afraid to use. “What do you want?” The viking demanded fixing her in a piercing stare, tail lashing behind him once before he padded to her side. “I'm busy.” He snapped before he brushed past her, his destination the shadows of the forest; wondering if she might take the hint and leave him alone ...but he doubted it and thus did not readily hold his breath for it, excepting her to follow him simply because it seemed like something she'd do; despite that he didn't know her very well at all.

kja y u so rude, omg. >___>