he's hot, but smells like a wet dog

Kenway had been practicing a lot of things. He'd been practicing fighting and practicing jewelry making, he was even wearing a tropical flower crown he hoped to offer to Sid when he got home. What he hadn't been practicing, was anything related to healing. So when the sound of something wet hauling itself up on the black rocked island (some of these stones were really cool and he already had a few gathered in a pile), smelling like fresh blood, well for a moment he'd thought a seal had dodged another shark and was about to run him off.

Golden eyes peered around the big black boulder he'd been using as a back rest while sorting through seaglass and stones. His heart leapt into his throat as he took in those vibrant colours and big leathery wings, practically about ready to vibrate right out of his skin as he emerged from his cover to excitedly squeal "Oh mums Gods its a real life DRAGON!!!" His tail waved excitedly at his back, clearly not afraid at all. "Whatsyernamewherereyerfromwhatdodragonseveneat
istheretreasureyerhoardinnearby?" The boy only stopped to deeply inhale to continue his questioning, his paws dancing like the stone under his feet was suddenly unbearable to maintain contact with for more than a few seconds.