Ocean's Breath Plateau kelpweave

as the men travelled, peregrine's anger grew.
while he'd never typically been one to meddle in the lives of others — a "live and let die" policy being something he very much embraced, nor had he ever been a man of very strong morality — the words that came from sun man struck a chord within him. a beaten wife with a newborn! a girl so terrified of what may come to her that this must be carried out in secret!
the redhawk boy sought to rip the sorry bastard into ribbons.
he was quiet for most of the journey to moontide, following in the shade of the crimson guardian. he saw now where galana got her beauty from, most certainly, and stole secret lustful glances here and there to distract himself. but he was serious about this, as serious as he could be, and it was evident in the set of his jaw and the heavy steps he took.
they arrived at moontide as the sun began to sink low, pulled toward the sea, and the blackboard ears are met with the smooth-toned voice of aiolos. just as long as you are too, he quips, though an edge of concern is laced in the wary glance he gives. i've got your back if you've got mine. motherfucker will get what's comin' to him.