Blackbeak Bluff don’t do it, don’t give it up

Her affirmation was not believed for a second. Her condition belied her words, and his firm gaze quickly glanced over her scant figure. Almost nothing more than skin and bones, poor thing. The angakkuq softened then, realizing a hard demeanor was no longer necessary — no one’s life was in danger any longer, so he could afford to make-nice with the girl.

“Aye,” The man stated flatly, raising an eyebrow at her question. “There’s uh group uh’us back thatta-way,” he gestured over his shoulder, from whence he came. Wheeling Gull Isle was back in his life, so it seemed, for Serein and Sirimiri and Brontide seemed keen on staying in the place where their family was, which made total sense and Komodo wasn’t really opposed to it. The stormborn wolves always held a special place in his heart.


The mottled man offered the girl a wry smile, wondering if he could even poke a bit of fun at her. Some weren’t as open to his moments of jocularity as others were, and Komodo wondered which was she. “But we live on an islan’, ‘course” he said, “lots’a water.  His ear swiveled against the sound of the ocean that crashed against the thick limestone beneath them. “So y’can’t be throwin’ yourself into th’ocean like… tha’ lil’ show, o’r there.”