Yearling party!
02-21-2023, 09:00 PM
 So what if Rexx had lost his first spar in a raid? He felt no shame for it - he'd just pummel the tiny punk next time. And there would be a next time. And more raids. He wouldn't lose again, especially not to a wolf smaller than he. He still came back in one piece, tusks still intact, counted all the spikes down his back - he was good as new. He wasn't sure if Scald's pride was wounded, but regardless, they were official pirates anyways. And Rexx fully intended on destroying his liver tonight. The burly boy sauntered towards the torch-lit beach, eyes glinting with mischief he was sure was poorly concealed. He'd definitely be under the watchful eye of the Saints, particularly as the night would draw on. He only paused his eager gallop to skid to a stop in the sand, glancing back to see if his brother was lagging behind. "C'mon Scald, get your quilly butt over here!" He'd call over to Scald, his teasing tone matching his lopsided grin. He turned towards the sight of the festivities, his ears perked towards the music provided by one of Sparrow's companions. It should be an interesting time - he was determined to get absolutely hammered. |
