Stavanger Bay i'ma rock my pajamas in the day time i swear, i promise

a low, deep noise not unlike the sea caused murgash to inwardly freeze, and slowly he turned a torn ear towards the source. Bossman. lazily the male craned his neck but moved no other part of his body -- yes, Bossman indeed.

even with one crappy eye murgash could see the condition Skellige was in was not entirely favorable; at least it was not so bad as himself. he shifted his weight and set on his shoulders, craning his head to look at the male in full. "beeg stripey boss!" he chimed cheerily, a grin spread across his ugly muzzle. "wots with the leg?"