Blackwater Islands Exodus

“Ruins…” he muttered, his tone thick with disapproval, as though the state of the island were a personal affront. “Doesn’t mean you should be left like this.” His voice carried a low growl, a protective edge that wasn’t entirely conscious.

Her question caught him off guard.

He was always hungry, but it wasn’t something he ever thought to mention. “… I guess.” The answer came gruffly, almost reluctant, as though admitting it were some kind of weakness.

When he caught the sound of her paws tapping, his ears twitched. He frowned, watching her movements from the shadows.