Iktome Plains mujhe buddha mil gaya

The elder man had caught the attention of Valentine. He wasn’t on the hunt himself (he deemed this place to desolate to do so), but he would gladly watch someone else do so. If that was what the man was doing in the first place.
The seasman closed the distance between the two and woofed when he was close enough. Ahoy, old friend! he greeted. What ever are you doing in a drab place like this?