Blackbeak Bluff Kicking The Dirt

Raptor was a selective scrapper — he did not look to risk his hide but would under specific circumstances or when he was in a reckless mood and throwing himself at a soot and silver shark from down the coast. In this scenario, he was spurred to snarling and slavering action as soon as his roving eyes locked to a large but young white wolf standing over Sandpiper, snapping at her neck. Raptor would defend his crew. More so, Raptor would defend a friend. He did not need to even think about it.

With spittle flying from his roaring jaws and the full extent of his long fangs bared and reaching cruelly for flesh, the bandit-faced corsair barrelled toward the interloper a leviathan unleashed. He aimed squarely for the face that threatened his companion, seeking to mercilessly rend the thin sensitive flesh there and the nose and the eyes, to drive the wolf off and away.