Sea Lion Shores living single thought by single thought.

Their meeting was short and sweet, and no words were exchanged. When no assault came either, Tetsubo could trust that this was indeed a loyal follower of his lord Skellige; he could not identify the similarities between this pale wolf and his lord because he was still intensely watchful of the sea lions, but when he heard the stranger's gait begin to pull him away from a potential encounter, he turned his broad skull and fixed his luminous gaze upon the retreating figure. It was at this point he caught a better glimpse of Szymon, saw the gift he labored over, the tapering of his body, the manner in which he carried himself, and while he saw no threat he did see a resemblance to the dark man who owned him.

It was not enough to make the warrior shift his rigid body in any manner; his ears were still twisted towards the large lumps of ready flesh, as each strange creature continued to gurgle and bellow with strange noises. But he did watch the pale fellow until he was further afield, and watched his sideways lope with an air of piqued curiosity — or maybe that was just hunger. He did not speak, still, and once the hunter departed Tetsubo would focus once more upon his true targets and try to make the decision: was it worth the effort to bring one of these massive things down?

Perhaps if he had help it would be easier. He thought of turning again and perhaps calling to the retreating wolf, somehow garnering his opinion on the subject, but when he next turned back to find him, the pale wolf was already leagues away, and Tetsubo did not wish to raise his voice lest he startle the sluggish behemoths that he planned to tear apart.