Ravensblood Forest shark bait

his grin stretches wide, but it isn’t friendly. teeth glint sharp beneath the curl of his lip.

hah! teach ye somethin’? aye, reckon i could. reckon ye could use it, too.

he shifts, paws light, still circling, still watching. the captain’s eager—too eager. like he’s hungry for it.

but what’s in it fer me, cap’n? ye want me tricks, reckon ye best pay up. his voice dips, lazy, taunting. i ain’t in th’ business o’ givin’ out favors.