It is with a feral, spitting hiss that the neon blue cat merely allows the invading wolf to flee before him, tail lashing in agitation and teeth bared in clear threat in the wake of the subordinate canine. The west is his territory, belonging to himself, to Tetra, to pack and intruders are simply not tolerated, especially those whom refuse to accept his own dominance. The arrival of the female beside him readily seems to sooth his bristled irritation, her fur pressing into his own, muzzle reaching to trail along his jaw seeming to further please dominant male. It is instinctive perhaps, this display of her fighting prowess seeming to result in an increased desire to tolerate her presence against him. After all, nature is a powerful thing, some inner instinct given to drive him towards a female he deems capable, acceptable and powerful within her own rights- this same ideal perhaps, that demands he in turn prove himself to be the vastly superior male choice over and over again, even if such conscious thoughts simply do not exist within the fractured confines of his mind. It is with a final swish of his spotted tail that the boy at last turns away, halted only by her words and admittance of ownership, a purr of satisfaction rumbling within, head tilted to brush against her own, face to face, marking her entirely with that musk that is his alone- clear for any other Were to scent. Long strides move to readily carry the creature back towards the harbour , a rumbling command echoed within his throat for the woman to follow at his side, seeking to have her act as his Second for tonight in this silent approval of her actions.

For a moment or so the spotted blue cat is given to lift himself seemingly higher, head and tail raised in a rather clear...strut, the young man given to parade his victory clearly down the docks just in case any other Were should be given to look upon them, such a gesture an act of intimidation of sorts, for anyone else whom may have been considering such a thing- this posturing of sorts continued for several blocks until the creature seems to deem his display entirely acceptable, mind now turned to the hunt he has been promised. The scent of fish hangs readily within the air, the constant motion of boats and trawlers moving in and out of the docks forever seeming to be laden with his favoured meal and yet his presence has become somewhat known amongst the sailors, more then one given to take precautions against him, his task having become more and more difficult with each passing evening- his hunts increased in the wake of Tetradore's refusal to feed him. The creature moves to slink further into the shadows now, assured the wolf is following as he allows his fur to shed once more, leaving his human skin alone, waiting for Birdie to do the same, naked as always and yet seemingly oblivious to such a thing as he moves to pause behind a stack of nearby crates. He has learned his human form is more readily accepted, that human fisherman suspect far less of a young man then they do a wild creature and as such it is within this form he moves to approach the nearest trawler, stepping out directly from behind the crates, only to very near collide with a gathering of men upon their break- the scent of alcohol readily permeating the air, nose wrinkling slightly in distaste before the entire group of men erupt into cheers at his apparent appearance.

For a moment the shaggy haired boy is merely left as surely bewildered as the woman beside him as the men proceed to whistle and cheer, jostling and joking amongst themselves as several of them move to rather abruptly pat him upon the back or playfully aim to punch his shoulder, this sudden comradery seeing the creature bristle entirely- oblivious to the fact this group of people clearly believe he is one of them, his naked appearance beside the woman whom has stepped out from behind the creates with him given to have fooled the rather rowdy crowd into the belief he has just 'scored', such a thing clearly worthy of instant celebratory, the men perhaps far to drunk for any of them to be aware they have never seen this boy before, far more taken with celebrating the woman he has just bedded behind the boxes, her appearance perhaps, having seen several other believe she may well be willing to entertain them next. For another moment longer the blue-haired boy is simply left staring, unable to process this information, shifting to place himself in front of Birdie all the same, to shield her from the looks of so many of the fisherman before the blow of a whistle sees a rush of activity once more, a set of overalls, rain boots and a rather floppy hat thrust into his arms, another pair tossed towards Birdie as the command of 'all hands on deck' rapidly sees the pair forced to move with the crowd. What the hell are you doing? Get dressed and get to your station or you can forget about a pay check- the both of you!

The ridiculousness of the situation rapidly sees the boy move to comply, so far out of his depth within this apparent moment that he moves to struggle into his overalls, rain boots and large, floppy yellow rain hat, blue hair seeming to poke out at all angels, the hat far too big, sitting neatly over his eyes, head forced to tilt back in an effort to see as he manages to stumble aboard beside Birdie- before a rather enormous tuna is launched in his direction- the still live fish flapping wildly. For a moment the young man is merely given to yelp, tossing the giant creature directly at the poor woman in an effort to get it away from himself, the second already on it's way before he has managed to turn, colliding solidly with the Were and sending him directly from his feet and out of his rain boots entirely. It is a relief perhaps, to be free of his shoes, before he is very suddenly hauled upwards again and pushed back into line beside Birdie- just in time to catch the next giant fish, dark eye turning towards the woman now- utterly oblivious as to how he has been so coerced into working for the first time within his life, let alone his now totally ridiculous fisherman appearance, attempting once more to rearrange his hat in an effort to actually see before the next fish is tossed in his direction- eyes rapidly searching (as best they can beneath his very floppy hat) for an exit and a way in which to hijack one of the sizeable fish along with it.....