Ocean's Breath Plateau look ahead, look-astern

He wasn't much a talker was he? Was he shy, overwhelmed, or simply uninterested in conversation? Kingsley quirked an eyebrow but gave an inward shrug, unbothered either way. It wasn't his place to judge the youngster, interested though he was in his reason for being way up here on the cliffs.

With a leisurely flick of his tail, the pirate makes to stride past the unsure stranger, the playful smirk never once leaving his scarred lips. "Aye, I suppose it takes some gettin' used to," he says, sizing up his target from the peripheral. "Why don't y'take a closer look." With that Kingsley suddenly turns on a paw and throws himself into the boy's side, towards the edge of the cliffs. He knew, based on the child's gargantuan size alone, that he had no hope in being able to toss him over - but a simple scare was really only what the man was after.

And if the other decided to fight back? Well, he wouldn't be against that either.