Stavanger Bay We'll sing the song of the sea,

This beastly creature before him has him in his sights and he halts when her eyes meet his own. A small smile then — a knowing one — as she opens her mouth and stakes her territorial claim on this beach. To which his bright, baby blues rake over her darkened form, for a moment just taking in her hellhound characteristics. Though he is often sexualized, he is nothing of the such. His horribly handsome face an often misleading thing, even though he truly has no interest in any type of sexual behavior. He’s often accused with it just due to his appearance — very unfortunate really.

So he cants his head to her. “I will not lay down per say, but if you so wish it, I will leave.” A light pause and his smile grows, eyelids half mast over his cerulean orbs. “Although I am interested in what your pack is called, if I may ask.” His voice is calm and intrigued, one of intense curiosity but not fear.