choice kingdom

Greyjoy had expected her to mock him, to throw words at him that were akin to what Psamathe or Akantha would say, but instead he heard the patter of feet on the sand and felt the nip of her teeth on his rump. Greyjoy snapped around, eyes wide, as he watched the woman scamper away. What was she doing? Playing?

Ears forward, eyes trained on the dark female, he spun around to caper after her. Aktaie usually played with him, in the secret moments they stole together, but never in public. Against his better judgment, Greyjoy kicked against the sand and sprung toward her. He caught her easily, though before he could tag her, he saw a dark shape against the base of the cliffs, near the towpath that led up to the forest they had claimed. With a growl, he pivoted toward the creature, and instinctively placed himself between the dark shape and Caiaphas.