[Sarcasm] Oh no... A Pirate...

Why was Calico Jack lingering in the northern lands so close to the Armada that he could reach out and touch the borders? Truthfully, the boy isn’t seeking to ruffle an feathers with the pack and the reasoning for being out this far so frequently is simple; he loves to explore. That is why he is climbing toward the peak of the waterfall, carefully tracing the path with deft paws. While he may be in the ‘awkward’ teenager state where he is all elbows and paws, he still trusts his paws not to slip or stumble while he travels.

Icy blue eyes scan the area around him, the slate stones seeming bleak and… unimpressive. The sound of the waterfall fills the air, the rushing water drowning out many, softer sounds. Supposedly, the area is beautiful to behold but Calico is keeping his hopes in check since the climb is… well, less than inspiring. A sound from ahead of the patchwork-hued boy has him slowing for the briefest moment but he is never one to shy away from meeting other wolves so he moves on with confident steps.

Rounding a corner, he spies a wolf curled up on one of the ledges that leads further up. The scent of the Armada smacks him in the face but, judging by the lines of pain that hold the body hostage, Jack could care less who the wolf actually is. Quickly, he crosses the distance, the cocky grin that been growing is replaced with a frown as worry tugs at his heart. As he closes the distance, he calls out, “Hey! You uh… you okay there?” What he could do to help… the boy has no clue but seeing another in pain does not sit well with him and he needs to help.


"Calico Jack"