Stavanger Bay league of extraordinarily grumpy gentlemen

Though Rannoch wasn’t very welcoming to the others in his pack he felt compelled to be in good terms with this particular stranger. In the Leviathan’s absence-Rannoch’s stomach rumbled in form of a plea, wishing for something to fill it up. It seemed as though the pale Carin had the answer to his stomach’s cries.

He perked as the other began to dig a hole for the foreign protein and hobbled forward a step. “I’m Rannoch,” he replied before drawing his tongue over his lips. Though he had never tried fish before, he assumed that the carcass that the other was burying was edible.

Hobbling towards the other another step, Rannoch looked down at the flesh with a looking of longing. “I can keep that for you,” he offered as his gaze lifted to Syzmon.