Wheeling Gull Isle Don't lose hope

feel free to skip rokig if i take too long~

He had been meaning to check out the howl but it seemed he arrived a bit too late. A somewhat familiar face fled the scene, his brows furrowing sharply. His stocky form closed the distance between the rest of the wolves present. Rokig acknowledged the masked seawolf with a soft nod of his head.

His gaze settled back on the strangers, though. "What did you do?" Rokig's voice was not demanding but it was obvious he wasn't being too terribly friendly at that moment either. Nothing good could have come from someone fleeing back to the trees.