Blackbeak Bluff Surfin' Dudes

Clark seemed to think them friendly enough. Why else would he decide to move away and trust their word...well besides it being common sense. And the most reasonable thing to do. His tail swayed gently in a friendly demeanor. "Hunting? Well not sure what you'd find here...gulls? I mean gulls taste nice." 

Mice too were good. Clark wondered if he had missed some mice along the way. Would have been a nice treat to have. "Clark. And I woud gladly join, should be a rad time."