Stavanger Bay will you suffocate in my ink

The other brute stalked forward with slow, calculated steps, his last one with an added contemptuous comment which Gristle disregarded with a flick on his ear. While he wasn't afraid of the beast, the manner in which he held himself slightly unnerved the man. However, if it was a fight he wanted, Gristle would be more than happy to give it to him.

Suddenly, though, he caught his attention with an unexpected offer. At least, that's what it seemed to the dull male. "Ranks?" he echoed the stranger again before breathing in his scent with furrowed brows. It mingled with others, faintly, but mostly just smelt of brine. "How many of y'are here?" To run with a pack again, especially one led by one with such a commanding presence...it was tempting.