Ravensblood Forest shark bait

His appraisal began again. Nox kept his expression deadpan as his eyes flicked to catch each dramatic eye-roll and disapproving teeth click as he was circled once again by the matted man.

But this time, this time the Captain was finally getting what he wanted. "Ain't need fixin', fishbrain," he snarled again, though his voice held little malice. He was aware of his flaws, even if outwardly he refused to let them be known.

Sinking into a hunter's crouch, he surveyed the gangly looking legs of Crowell, and before letting the man finish he was already digging his heels into the ground and surging forward outstretched to nip at his ankles. The rogue might rear as he'd done prior, but Nox was ready to evade him this time.