Ankyra Sound What even is my life, lol

If looks could kill ...well, despite what a younger and past Kjalarr would have wanted he didn't want his glare to kill her. Just chill her. To the bone. Her cackle of a laugh left the viking to assume that instead of chilled she was simply amused and he grit his teeth together, rolling his eyes again. She named off a fish, he assumed. He wasn't savvy on the names of fish — and that hadn't been what he'd meant when he asked her. He'd been looking for more of a …“tell me what color it is in the tide pool” sort of thing. “The fuck is an alaskan cod?” The alpha growled his question out, clearly annoyed. He squinted at her. This was a headache. Now he knew why he didn't have manners. “And don't say fish, I know that much.” He added grouchily, biting his tongue lightly to keep himself from reneging on his single attempt at manners. He wasn't a gentleman anyway, really. He'd never been and he never would be.