Seas The Day!

Mask continued to tip his head upward toward the bow of the great metal ship, observing the trio there, until one of the cats appeared to notice him, and spoke to the wolf. Ah - clever. They acted in concert, like a small pack of their own, much like Regulus and his own strange escorts did. He had never seen the purpose, but he supposed... in some circumstances the cultural differences between wolves and those dangerous, solitary predators could be overcome. "I am called Mask," he spoke aloud in response to the brown wolf's query. He had no wish to be cornered on the ship by the trio, but for politeness' sake now that he'd been acknowledged, he climbed the icy gangplank to the deck in a few careful bounds. It was there that he saw the male's scarred face in detail, and paused thoughtfully. Well. A blind wolf accompanied by a jaguar - though there were two here - granted it could be coincidence but it was a rather strange coincidence if so. "I mean you no harm so your friends needn't bite. E tu?"