a seal hunter man. he knows it now! isulix smells it deep beneath the whale-rot and blood. this man who has taken the seal beneath water.
isulix’s posture shifts where tension eases--but does not yet break, cautiously. his cold silver eyes track the stranger: the build, the scars, the weathered set of a true hunter. his own kind, but unknown.
his voice remains low, hard-edged by habit.
you carry the whale.isulix takes note, with a cold chirp. muradoii-fathered seal hunter's form cuts through the swirling mist of brine, with thick black fur lifting slightly in the sea wind;
you are well-met.