You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in

The raiding party traveled to where the mountain dwelling pack lived, circumventing it in favor of a flatter, more even ground to battle on. Calico Jack doesn’t talk to anyone as they go and there a sharpness about him that does not invite the others to even try. Truthfully, he is worried about Rivin and he finds that the best way to deal those uncomfortable feelings is to spill blood. Preferably not his own but he isn’t exactly picky at the moment and he knows that the raid will at least distract him for a moment.

Kenway stops his barrel that he has been rolling which, if Jack is being honest, was pretty cool and howls their arrival for the other pack to come and answer. Eyes flash with delight as he charges over the border, cutlass held firmly in his jaws as he goes.


"Calico Jack"