Ankyra Sound the kraken sleepeth

He came down from Dragoncrest on to the very narrow beach beneath, and has to cross through the Sound to get 'free'.
I'll roll for his trespassing damage here: [ 3 ].
Please don't kill him, lmao. But damage is fine! Maims are fine! Go for it.

He'd chosen to leave the cliffs behind, and trailed down the incline as it presented itself to him. Years of living on a mountain - and then the previous weeks of climbing the much smaller Nova Peak - had prepared Revui for the steep nature of the winding path he took. The boy was panting hard by the time he reached the bottom of a steep edge. It was, quite possibly, the most dangerous route he could've taken, with the end result being a leap-of-faith that he judged to be far too high to be sane. He landed on a discarded tree trunk that had been stripped of its bark and bleached after years of stagnation; the landing wasn't exactly poised, and it wasn't so much a jump as it was a fall, connecting his chest to that massive beam with a grunt. He rolled off of it and landed on the wet sand just as the tide swept close, swarming around his face. For a split second Revui thought he was about to drown, but then the water pulled back.

He sputtered for a few seconds and as he felt the cold grip of the sea pulsing against him again, threatening to crowd against him and possibly drown him, he forced himself to see beyond the ache in his body and got the fuck up. He'd have a few nice bruises on his chest thanks to this stunt. With a bit of a scramble the boy charged along the dwindling sand bar where he'd found himself and emerged along the beachfront as the tide swelled and swept in close. He didn't know where he'd ended up and that was typically fine for Revui, except... He could see signs of habitation, and with a snort, a shake of the head, he thought he could smell wolves beneath the sharp smell of the ocean.

The boy sulked as he walked, his head ducked low (as if that would keep the giant hidden with his razorback and his burdensome gait); he moved along the beach until it was dry sand and tall grass, alert for strangers - because, as he now realized, he'd come off the cliffs deep within foreign territory and that put him dangerously at-risk.

Rolled 7/20 damage, so feel free to rough him up!

It was the last place Kaertok expected to find a trespasser, but he realized as he drew near that the wolf's fur was still wet. But Kaertok did not care how the interloper had gotten here. A wolf of few words, he chose to use none as he went full-steam ahead toward the wet wolf. His teeth were bared, his eyes aflame, and his fur sticking out on all ends. This was a threat, and the Rusalkan wolf intended to deal with him the way he had been taught to.

A vicious growl rumbled from his throat as he made the final leap toward his prey, and soon his teeth were sinking into the other wolf's left shoulder.