Ravensblood Forest shark bait

crowell’s laughter rolls easy, jagged like waves on rock—but then fades quickly. the way nox squares himself, the way his weight settles, it's like he's thinking of something. now, crowell appreciates the promotion, but now he's just feeling stalked!
the laugh fades, slow, like a tide pulling back. flame-bright eyes sharpen, cold now, watching.
ye tryin’ t’ fight me again, cap’n? his voice drops as he slinks sideways, circlig nox now like a shark. paws light, body loose—ready to spring back if the bastard tries something.
maybe ye oughta try someone yer own size first?