Wheeling Gull Isle A fallen angel, in the dark Never thought you'd fall so far

As a shadow grew near, his heartbeat at a steady pace. Patience... he had to wait until the right moment to strike. It circled and danced through the water, testing its approach as it desired to investigate the dirt he once kicked up uppon entering the waves. Then once it was close enough, he struck. Jaws ajar as fangs searched for the scaly prize, knicking the fish he pulled up as soon as the thing slipped his grip, growling as lips pulled back in a dripping grimace. 

Clearly, he needed to practice more, but to fail was not something he was accustomed to. Not to such a simple task as catching a fish. The greeting drew in his attention, furrowed brow glaring at the stranger as he turned to let his honey hue grace the cinnamon man on the beach. He was one who followed the princess, one of the many who now called the island home. Hello. He began slowly, allowing his frustration to melt away as the water ran off his chin and neck, rolling back into the sea as he stood. 

Is there anything I can do for you. With every word, his temper slipped away, back to the neutral baritones that normally found their way to his throat.