Ocean's Breath Plateau look ahead, look-astern

The wind nips and tugs at his fur in a familiar way, the sea salt adding a coarseness to his already ragged coat. Kingsley welcomes it, as in love with the ocean as he is a good raid. He breathes in the briny air before turning on a heel to make his way down the plateau, until a soft chuff alerts him to the presence of another. Looking towards the sound with quizzical interest, the mercenary finds himself facing an intimidatingly large, grey clad male.

Despite his size, he was still very much a child in Kingsley's eyes; he could tell by the left over lankiness of youth in his limbs and that bright spark in his emerald gaze. The pirate bares his teeth in a lopsided grin, slowly padding towards the other in a casual manner. "Ahoy, stranger," he greets. "Quite a view up 'ere, ain't it?"