Two Rivers Isle better get back to the black hole sun

There was the breaking point. Smokestep's eyes burned with joy at the sight of his outrage. So surprised by this, the pirate did not recoil quickly enough and was struck by the wild flash of fangs. Though he did try to pull back some, the teeth caught the side of his neck and lashed against the underside. His movement caused his flesh to tear and blood to spill over the other wolf. A loud laugh escaped from his lips and the corsair danced backward, swaying on his legs and reeling from the pain in his throat. It was a good aim and an even better mark. It had not happened often that someone was quick enough to spin themselves around to take a chunk out of the pale fighter. He was enthralled with this dark-furred boy.

“Good on ye, lad! That's yer mark,” he chimed with a smirk. His feet moved him a few steps back and he held himself firmly to the position that he found. Bi-colored optics roamed over the other figure with interest and he flicked his tail in a wag. “Ye ever been to the sea, boy?” Kingfisher asked the dark fellow. He wondered how this wolf would suit the crew if he could convince him to travel with them to the bay.