Oystercatcher Tide Pools A man with intent on his face

"Please"?

Reiner never had a mother, so manners were never minded. It's entertaining to think a wolf in his position pleads when offering the beast what he desires; not the full package, but food at least to fill his stomach more than salty sea birds. The Bull has been at this game for a long time, however, so he knows there is fine print in any contract. In a twisted way, he liked reading it; it tended to have hidden prizes waiting to be uncovered.

The beast shifts his weight, large paws sinking further into the wet sand beneath him. Eyes of fire stare upon the midnight black male with little revealed. "Live free" is a loaded lie he's positive many have fallen victim to. The old man exhales a snort through his nose.

Cost. Bass voice rasps; underused and far from kind to the ear—claws digging into a blackboard grating yet low in volume; the eerie moment an old radio clicks back to life on it's own in a dimly lit room.