Wheeling Gull Isle tidal, tired, trying

Oleander was beginning to suspect that this pack just adored sneaking up on others. First Ruvik in the cave and now this guy. Except this guy was a full one eighty from Ruvik. Tail lifted and all that jazz. Stuff that Oleander did not entirely subscribe to. So his posture was...neutral. Just neutral. He didn't make a show of shrinking or anything. He was already small and runty. If this guy needed him to be smaller, then there were some problems with him.

Yeah. He huffed as he tried to hold his footing. I take it you guys like sneaking up on the new faces? A humored tone as he eyed the man. All spice colored with his tall and lean physique. Maybe Oleander would have found him handsome if he wasn't concerned with the whole sneaking thing.