Wheeling Gull Isle the woes of the fool

he was a pacifist at heart. never liked fighting and never would. he thought it a waste of energy and time, and rarely saw any good come from it anyways. but that didn't mean he wouldn't partake if the situation called for it.

this stranger had a nasty temper and an even nastier mouth, though it did little rile him up. it seemed the same could not be said for either of the women by his side though. his brow raised as both spat out their response to the sandy girl's poor choice in words. they'd said all they needed to, and so he remained silent, a looming presence that stood tall beside the pair of his packmates.

"this is the part where you run away", he let out with a flash of pearly fangs and a motion for her to start swimming back to wherever it was she'd come from.