Stavanger Bay take what you can, give nothin' back!

The silence was everywhere, but gradually he began to feel the pressure of his pulse, the beating of his racing heart that boomed and boomed within, like an angry sea shifting and carving him out.

Then he heard the crack.

Yami, screaming, That's ENOUGH— and rushing in with a snap of her own teeth, her body a crescent as she rounded between the two of them. Firefly's eyes were wide and it looked at first glance like they were dominated by the blackness of his enlarged pupils, eclipsing the gold of his iris — but only for a second. The blurring continued. The haze, the shadow.

But as he came down from the adrenaline spike and tasted the blood in his teeth, he could finally begin to refocus. There was the skull-faced wolf on the ground, bleeding, and as Firefly moved towards him there wasn't any aggression left inside of himself. He swaggered over like he was sleep-walking and whether Yami tried to stop him or not, he would push by her and then investigate with a few prods of his snout.

He took a few more steps and with a brazen lift of his leg, let a tiny stream of his urine collect upon the soil - soaking the man's pelt - and when he was standing on all-fours again, kicked the dirt with his hind claws, dusting his masked face with soil in the process. Firefly was still breathing heavily when he finished but he looked to Yami, smirking red, and said, There. Adventure. Guess I'm the boss now — and you, a queen.