[PRP] A fluff buck and a frozen Hook

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Hook:
ShortChange:
Bucky:
Jim:
BaleFire:  

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It had been sometime since Hook has left the dark Tribe, after his brother had left with his own choosen, and monster known as Rumpelstiltskin took the life of his own love. Ever since that day, Hook took the ship that his brother and him had crafted and set sail. Under his ward were two cubs, the son of Malih: Balefire and his first mate, Jim. The airship was under the control of stay winds and hard to stirrer at times, but it accomplished the pirate's goal-to leave.

A deep breath was taken in by Hook as he hung by Hook and rope to look over the starboard side of the ship. Down below the icy peaks of northern frost Mountains rose up past the sea of clouds below them.

"Smee! ShortChange! Lads!" Hook called over his shoulder to the two cabin cubs. "Prepare to drop and rope anchors!" The Tahtil belted out loudly over the winds. The Ship had four 'anchors', two meant for land and two hooked for cliffs.

The winds where calm over the icy clouds, and Hook had yet to see what was past the forbidding norther mountains. With this journey his map was not going to remain empty...

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[GunSniper]

Besnik turned his head toward the Captain at the sharp bellow. His paws having to hold him up over the crows nest for a better visual. From there he pulled himself to his tip-paws to look in the direction that had been gestured. The jagged rocks of the icy peaks reaching for the sky was little more than intimidating for one so short as this small Tah. Not a cub, but rather a very small-for-an-adult b'alam. In fact one could argue he was as small as a full grown b'alam could go.

As he looked ah the earth's jagged "teeth" He spotted something among the rocks. It looked out of place, strange... it was large, perhaps another b'alam? No, it couldn't be. Bes squinted as he tried to pick it out among the snow...

Anchors? Ah! Quickly Besnik pulled himself fully from the crow's nest, his small wings unfolding as he made his way toward the anchors. Best not keep a captain waiting.

"CAPTAIN!" His voice called, surprising very loud for such small windpipes, over the rush of wind. "I SPOTTED SOMETHING OVER ON YON CLIFFS!"



Bucky had been watching the drifting rock for a while now. Its certainly stood out among the sky, when it dipped below the encroaching overcast of clouds. It was going to snow, possibly hard, the mountains were already gathering their strength to unleash on the lands below. It was normal, and perhaps one of the many reasons many did not travel here.

He drew in a breath than visibly released it.

Perhaps the floating rocks of the wind-lands had drifted too far? Could they do that? Bucky had only heard tales from a light-tribe b'alam that had passed through a long while ago.

If that's all it was, than it would be best to move on. Without another thought on the matter, Bucky turned about and continued on his way.

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