Although Enrico hadn’t necessarily approved of it, Rogdar had always managed to keep a store of alcohol in the den he had made in one of the ship’s lifeboats. It had been a cozier home than he was used to, and found the canvas covering delightfully warm despite being outside of the ship, and of course offered him a neat bench to sleep under when in the throes of a hangover. He had been soothing one such hangover that morning following a night of drinking with his long tailed companion while unbeknownst to him, the dynamic of his home pack shifted.
He opened one green bloodshot eye to the resounding yet unfamiliar call and slowly wiggled his way onto his paws, his stomach churning unpleasantly as he did. “What in El’s name is it now?” He found himself thinking bitterly as he slipped from under the canvas cover and swayingly made his way toward his mystery caller.
As he approached the male and his bleary eyes focused on what- or rather who- he was seeing he felt himself give a pause of consideration. He looked at his equally stunned companion with narrowed eyes, then looked back at the shadowy male with one ear perked, attempting to wrap his slowed mind around what appeared to be a take-over by a character from his father’s bedtime stories.
