Stavanger Bay aefder

finding company so close to the edge of the world had been unexpected. the aark had not anticipated the presence of another so jovially bounding toward him. the inky creature regarded the male with a scowl, curling his features downward and casting a dark shadow over the burning orange of his gaze. the way that the stranger was speaking to him, it was almost as though they knew each other. for a fleeting moment, blackjaw thought that he had simply forgotten the familiar features of someone who had once been close. when the scent of the other reached him, he felt his nostrils crinkle with the unfamiliar wave that passed through them. 

as the other brute made his way closer, the swarthy aark felt his coat bristle out of instinct. everything that had happened before was nothing more than a distant fog that had drifted over his mind. the brute could feel the complete lack of understanding before he even had a chance to sputter a word to two in retort to the stranger. all of it had fallen on him far too quickly; the words, and the way in which the other male roamed toward him without so much as a care in the world. blackjaw bristled and held his ground as well has his weak limbs would allow him. 

there was scrutiny in his gaze. he tried as best as he could to distance himself from the peculiar creature, but it did very little good. all at once, the form of the other wolf was near to him and the weight of his words felt like a driving force. blackjaw did not hunker against them, but stiffened his back and drew his skull upward so that he could stare into the features of his approacher with a more at-ease posture. his stomach still writhed within him, but he forced it to remain steady. 

"mmm... you ever seen a sea-savvy fish?" the swarthy brute inquired with a slight cocking of his brow. in all his life, he would not have estimated that he looked anything remotely like something that belonged in the water. he wondered if this beast was blowing smoke up his ass.