Stavanger Bay the night of long fangs

Skellige’s rebuttal came gruffy and Rannoch turned his eyes back to the leader with shining eyes. There were many reasons why he was sorry-- the manner in which he had treated the Leviathan and the members of his pack, his snarkiness. It was inexcusable. Despite the circumstances, Eshe had raised a gentleman and not a brat.

“Because you have cared for me and I have been rotten,” he turned his attention to the sea as a sense of unease slunk through his being. “I must be here for a reason and you’ve only taken care of me,” he didn’t dare look at the yellow-fanged wolf and instead focused to what laid before them. “And, given that, you don’t deserve how I treated you.” his ears flattened and he turned to steal a glance at the other, wondering how he would react.