Wheeling Gull Isle los caracolitos te esperan en la orilla

Komodo let out a chuckle at her attempt to recover, hoping he wouldn’t offend her with an attempt to lighten the situation. However, Komodo was a very straightforward man and wouldn’t be able to easily let go of such a sweet, feminine folly. "Y’sure?” he drawled in the same tone, reminiscent of his previous question — but his word entertained a hint of jocularity. Everyone needed to manage their anxieties some way, some how — there was so shame in it, as long as a wolf’s chosen relief did not harm others. 

Unnecessary violence did not honor the gods, and he would never approve of it.