Stavanger Bay and the rich golden hum

the doctor a fool to think he could slip under the radar, when he himself made noise under his breath — no matter how muffled it might’ve been, ears are sharp, especially when on the look out for others. the coywolf could only think of his options; to flee, to sus the other out, or to bear the brunt of whatever possible punishment this frost giant thinks is suitable for the crime.
alamar relinquishes the hold upon his cache, allowing the plant-life to fall to dainty paws with a sigh. he decides to play it casual; no threat to this man’s throne. he emerges from his shadow, his posture loose and submissive yet not kneeling before the king-to-be.
here i am, he replies after a beat of hesitation. one large ear swerved towards the blue-black soldier, and the other pointed back.