Shimmering Sands the hawser rolls, the vessel’s whole and christ, it’s thin

rannveig had expected his dramatics to earn him at least a blink of garnered sympathy -- but his audience was as wooden as a petrified oak, and eyed him with such deadpan scorn that he abruptly quit his act.

a lesser wolf might have been humiliated enough to give up -- but rannveig came alive in such situations; after all, he was conditioned by ford, and had a lifetime of trolling his brother under his belt.

rising slowly to his feet, rannveig gave an unsteady pause. "oh... i just...." he lurched forward suddenly as if he were nauseous, and a virile yellow stream of urine arced from his undersides as he hiked his leg up, aiming directly at the brother that very likely could kill him.