Stavanger Bay won't you carry it in

ears pan toward the sound of paws dislodging sand, fish still wedged in his teeth—eyes narrowed. if this other wolf wanted to take the fish from him, he'd have to fight for it at this point, given how much food he needs and much he's lacked.

no movement is made in the pirate's direction, the traveler simply watching. scruntizing. no words can be spoken with his mouth full, but his ears swiveled forward and the unblinking fixation of his eyes on him is expectant.