Moonsong Glacier Come sail away

"Aye." He said. "That."

She had said it so much better than he had. In fact, he had butchered his introductory tall tale so badly that he had neglected to even properly tell her that his name was in fact Raptor. Fortunately, she was able to piece together his tongue flapping and figure it out for herself.

That she was from the southern shores intrigued him and Raptor quartered toward her, taking the chance to inspect her in the way that she did to him: one corsair sizing up another. Stuck up on some glacier was the last place he would expect to encounter one of his own ilk but then again he himself was up here for no reason in particular.

"I know a fella," he echoed with a nod. "Pale furred. Talks with an attractive sea drawl..."

It was only attractive because Raptor spoke like that too and Raptor was attractive (according to Raptor).