Just for the laughs

Merc worked to put his back to the ocean - so he could hear the sound of approach through the cold water. Facing them head on, he was considered his best angle, injured and drained as he was when help arrived. The reddish toned wolf with eyes warmer than his own appeared, charging across the beach was a vision of knightly aid.

He spared a moment to grin full force at the stranger in appreciation before moving forward and to the side. As she body slammed one of the hyenas, he was ready to put his back against her own. He was treated to the scent of Armada and a hint of summer from her coat, and then his attention was on his battle. One of the hyenas, angry at the change in their victim's luck, charged in. It swerved to the side, aiming for his rump, and he kicked out at it. Not taking the bait to chase it, knowing it would leave his friendly saviors side open.


"Speech"