Wheeling Gull Isle lana i loko o ke kai sapira,

The mute had not heard his approach, but the pale figure drew close enough to alert him visually as they perched imperiously over the opposite end of the tide pool that Holo currently fished from. The cur's venomous gaze of green flickered down from orbs of lapis lazuli to the male's lips as he spoke but he could not make out much more than it had something to do with the man Aiolos had named Drifter. The halfbreed leveled him with a cool, curious gaze -- his deaf ears not rising or flickering in the slightest, alerting the man to his inability to hear if he was keen enough. This was not one he had met, but his posturing and regality was lost on the simple Leviathan. A soft, questioning noise left his throat -- wondering exactly what the other wanted in his own strange way.