Wheeling Gull Isle mashallah

Komodo’s lips pressed into a contemplative line and he nodded his head curtly as the man [brokenly] stated his peace. Rehan communicated that he was skilled in all the areas of certain importance — hunting and fighting, though the latter was a skill rarely utilized upon the peaceful isle. A cursory glance over the man’s frame led him to believe these things to be true, hungry as the road-weary traveller might be. He did not have any reason turn this man away — not that he had wanted to anyways, but the avoidance of disappointing Seelie was a far greater motivating factor than helping out a mere stranger. If she caught wind that he had turned away a supplicant away from her sanctuary without just cause, the guilt just might be too much for the brute to bear. 

“Ahm frum th’north too,” Komodo stated amenably, “but ah ain’t neva heard uh language quite lack yers.” Again, Komodo knew this level of syntax was beyond the foreigner’s comprehension, but something compelled him to continue speaking in full, complex sentences. Some might call it a power move, but Komodo figured that this was how Rehan was going to have to learn, right? 

Komodo stepped closer and raised an eyebrow at the man before brushing up alongside him, komodo’s right meeting Rehan’s left, and then he circled around to achieve the same thing with the other side. He gave the man a good sniff — yep, smelled like Komodo. If Rehan came across any of the other seawolves, he wanted them to know that the incomprehensible stranger had his veritable seal of approval.  With a nod of approval at the work that had been done, Komodo backpedaled a step or two. 

“Al’right. If’n ahm gonna vouching fer yah, don’t fuck-up. Rest n’ recover. Fall’uh that trail” he stopped to gesture to a clearing that funneled creatures from the strand to the heart of the island. “and yuh’ll fine the caches and sum food. Yeah, ‘n don’t take too long tuh introduce yerself to Coelacanth. Lil’ ’n black; she’ll have uh job fer yah, er sumthin’.”

Figuring his duties here were all but done, Komodo did not want to linger. The brute actually turned away to leave the man to his own devices, but the acknowledgement of his own inhospitableness flashed across his consciousness. He was a man grown and likely did not need his hand held — nor did Komodo wish to provide such things to him. However, Komodo did turn back to Undersea’s newest Tauhou and awkwardly inquired “Y’injured, er ‘nything?” because he was a healer, and he needed to be doing his job if his services needed rendering.