Ravensblood Forest shark bait

boats’n, gunner… aye, sounds like a bloody dream, don’t it? the words drip sarcasm, and he steps back just enough to watch nox circle.

he chortles loudly.

trust, respect—hah. tricky things, cap’n. reckon i’m more feared than loved. wolves like me don’t get pretty titles without a fight. but ye already know that.

a smug grin. tail flicking lazily behind him. reckon i alr’ proved m’self. chased dat pretty siren all thru’out didn’ i? led ye’ right to ‘er pack. so i don’t need yer handouts—reckon ye just give me the shot, aye? an’ if some poor bastard wants t’ challenge me for it, better have a grave ready.

he snorts, stepping closer to the clearing’s center, where nox waits. me dam was always scared o’ me potential. didn’ wan’ me outshinin’ her, betcha. an’ i wouldn’ want ye makin’ that same mistake, cap’n.