Moonsong Glacier Come sail away

Raptor guffawed at her remark. "Aye, it could be! I mean just look at these teeth." The corsair lifted a paw and tapped a hard worn nail against one of his protruding fangs. "These teeth earned me a name ye know," he started to tell her. "I was just a pup when I bit the claw clean off of a monstrous hawk that tried to make off with me." The dark furred wolf paused and flicked his gaze from the ocean to the female at his side. "That's what a raptor is. Predator birds. The wolves of the sky!" He informed her. "Anyway," he said and cleared his throat. Far his stories went that was not the most finely crafted. But it got the point across.

He was awesome.