Stavanger Bay *slaps organ* this baby can play so many octaves

rannveig kept his wits about him (which, btw, was all of one brain cell) as he approached the autumn-hued wolf, his tread light and muscles coiled. all he could think about was ford and the asshole that had deposed him; he was not about to put himself in the same position.

luckily, the male remained seated... and rannveig was totally oblivious to the vehement shadow in the corner (if he had detected astara, he would probably have lost his shit). the male revealed he was here looking for someone named vaati; not a name that rung a bell to rannveig. "there's no one here by that name." rannveig answered, rather clipped at that -- realizing his tone was short, he bedgrudgingly added: "... what does he look like?"