Ravensblood Forest say you’re my lover, say you’re my homie

Dark fury pooled in the Captain's slender frame. In the wake of the birth, the saltsiren's scent had grown stale, and with it surged overwhelming anger. For the bastard rogue and all he stood for - he'd given the Boats'n a favour and this was how he repaid it? 

A distraction sought in the destruction of a rat's nest, dark muzzle nosing dirt and filth away to snatch newborn pinkies from their fur-lined slumber. He gulped the meagre meal down, and continued to search for another when a cry broke the tense silence.

Was it her? 

Paws churned at muddied earth in his hurry to approach, lips peeling in pre-emptive snarl. For he did not take kindly to abandoners, captive or not.

will arrive next round!