this twilight feels like an afterlife [calico jack]

As his voice fills the air to softly question if the stranger is okay, Calico Jack mentally kicks himself for having interrupted them. Still, he is a helpful soul and he needs to make sure they are alright. A sheepish grin tugs at his lips as the female rises and he shuffles his paws in show of embarrassment at having disturbed them. They seem to be remembering a time that has passed and he dips his head in a polite bow as they offer up a simple greeting. Shoulders haunch inwards as the boy lowers his head slightly, the actions show the stranger how apologetic he is feeling.

The woman huffs a laugh and the awkward teenager cracks a slight grin and their next words have the boy’s shoulders relaxing as his features shift into a look of thoughtfulness for a moment. Being at the age where his voice is beginning to move from the high tones of youth to the deeper vocals of adulthood, the boy’s words crack and wobble against his will. Still, he attempts to keep them even as he says, “Well, the night will get cold but nothing a good cave won’t help with. You are lucky, if it was wintertime, the nights would get downright frigid here.”

A smile is flashed at the earthen hued wolf as Jack’s confidence begins to return. Icy blue eyes tries to catch the stranger’s fuchsia gaze as the boy decides to properly introduce himself. Giving a respectful bow, he easily says, “I’m Calcio Jack and here ta help! You new in these lands, Miss…?” Words are accented by the pirates he has grown up with, words like to, changing to become ta as he speaks. Head cants to the side as he leaves the question open ended, allowing her a comfortable space to fill in her name if she so wishes.


"Calico Jack"