Ravensblood Forest standing waves

im sorry nox i love you

so victory comes swiftly. but not without struggle. crowell had underestimated the boy—who now was a man in his eyes. just as teeth puncture hide and draw blood, he is releasing the lanky captain from his grip and stepping away.

a humble chuckle upon his lips as a tongue rolls out across his mouth to lap soothingly at his nose. ah good spar, cp'tn. a compliment. a genuine one, at that. which was rare, coming from a slimy bastard like crowell. but game recognizes game, at the end of the day.

nox didn't need to expect any shit talkin' from crowell for the immediate future. but what comes is never promised, and it is with a lowering of his head that he steps closer again. to wrench a paw forwards, a gesture of camaraderie, an offer to help the captain up.

ye' got room for me on yer crew?