Gilded Bay the depths are calling

It's amazing how much turbulence bubbles hotly under his skin; how he craves this man to instigate violence when there is none to be had. The letting of blood does not solve everything. However, there is calm in the collision of bodies, of fangs slicing open skin...But the mannerism of this fellow is much the opposite: kind, accommodating, peaceable.

Torpidly, he lopes after the nameless man. He matches his gait, drawing close but not close enough. There is a silent question as he measures the stranger's personal space: may I come closer?