Wheeling Gull Isle Don't be shy.

he almost chides the stranger for immediately disobeying his directions, but bites his tongue as he realizes it'd be cruel to make him stay in that exact spot anyway. it'd seemed like a better idea than letting him go further toward the center of the island, at least. he sighs, completely missing the other male's double take, though he catches the emphasis on sirs. his ears fold back slightly, but he doesn't say anything about it, instead gesturing for the other to follow him and turning to lead him to shelter under a tree. this is undersea, a pack, he tells him, glancing at him briefly with some confusion. what's a varg?