Cerulean Cape we're mortal

more words that he doesn't understand follows her gaze that the cairn immediately considers of an appraising nature. though perhaps wholly wrong, kraken takes what sounds familiar from the words she offers: natürlich and assumes it to mean something similar to its common equivalent; accompanied by a smile of her's as it is he assumes her strange words to be something of a confirmation. that is an interesting language that you speak, he comments idly. he does not add that he hasn't heard it before, for it's implied heavily enough in his tone and words.

a scavenger with preferences, he draws on a rumbling hum; still teasing. though he is not, admittedly, sure what hirsch is. for all he knows, she could've said 'wolf' and he wouldn't have been any the wiser ... would he even mind if she had? probably not. meat was food; the source didn't matter, not when one was truly hungry enough. survival, for the terrible shadow cairn always took precedence over morality. stavanger bay, he tells her. according to the directions i was given, it lays further west yet.