Blackbeak Bluff don’t do it, don’t give it up

The earthstalker sees the girl brighten, can hear it in her voice, and this pleased him immensely.  “Good.” he rumbled in response, letting his heavy-handed gaze linger for a moment too long before tearing it away and resettling it elsewhere. Looking over a broad shoulder, Komodo cut his gilded orbs to scry the shape of wheeling gull isle against the oceanic backdrop. He had fully expected see it there, standing proudly amongst the mists — but there was nothing.

He turned back to Fawn, feeling the leathered pouch that hung ‘round his neck hit gently against the curvature of his breastbone. “There’s uh’ lil’ black dog there — ah’ thank she’ll like yah,” he commented idly, his words sitting like gravel between his molars. Komodo doubted there was a single being in the world that Coelacanth didn’t love — and that become even more true when they were small things, in need of nurturing.  A small part of the man was excited to bring the inkdark girl a present such as this — another soul to save and swathe in the sanctity of her island. 

Komodo’s tongue drew across the edges of his mouth. “Well, an island…” He paused to think of what of island infrastructure he should gloss over, and what might be important to know. “It’s gat water ‘round it, on ah’ll sides.”  A caramel-colored brow was raised, as he suspected his next statement might be of importance to her.“It’s very safe, ‘cause y’can only git to it once er twice uh’day, when th’tide is low,”

“Jus’ ‘bout errythang yuh’d need, yuh can fin’ there.” It was true, and that’s what stifled him so. The aqueous walls that blockaded them on all side soothed some, but entrapped other. As long as he had the freedom to come and go, this was a luxury he was willing to sacrifice for the sake of the other seawolves. Then Komodo fell silent, interested in what Fawn might say in response to these things. Would he come with her, so easily?