Dread was quick to follow the call. A death match. Sparrow's voice is one that still echoes in his head, not so unfamiliar that he could miss it. He'd meet Deluge there, changing course from his planned hunting trip. He's slow to arrive, the action already beginning to heat as his gaze swept the gathering crowd. Though the young man easily strode to rest beside his girlfriend, a few things seem to happen at once.
The man she'd come to spectate beside snapped at his brother-- a quarrel, avenging their mother. Something that made Dread's sides ache, made his stomach churn. It hits too close to home, despite being miles away. They had someone to blame for the loss of their mother, and that someone was currently locked at odds with the former pirate king. Dread is quick to press his muzzle protectively over Deluge's shoulder, possessive. It's not their quarrel, but his hackles still lift.
The second blow? The boy's gaze catches on something teal in the gathered sea of faces. A growl that he's quick to stop before it gets any louder, bubbling in his chest. It's a faint rumble, but his crystalline hackles remain up. His brother, gone from the Armada before things... well. Before Dread had gotten himself disowned. Did dad know? What kind of shape was he even in? Willing his focus to return to the fight at hand, the boy's guard isn't just up but sky goddamn high.
Bard
