Recent content by Griblo Jankweed

Griblo stayed planted beside Frost Fang, boots half-sunk in churned slush, breath tearing out of him in harsh white bursts as he kept one frozen paw braced against her shoulder. She was a marvel. A menace. A natural disaster with whiskers. “Aye, aye, just like that,” he barked hoarsely, eyes...

Griblo’s laughter came out before he could stop it. “HAW H...!” He clapped a paw over his muzzle a heartbeat too late, ears flattening momentarily as the sound echoed off the timbered walls. His eyes flicked from the page on the floor to Cryle’s face, and whatever joke had been lining up on...

Griblo was in the middle of a losing argument with numbers when the interruption came. The abacus lay sprawled across the small table like an accusation, its beads nudged into uneasy ranks while Griblo hunched over it, brow pinched tight and tongue caught against one cheek. He slid a pair of...

Griblo’s eyes flicked first to the coins, bright and instinctive, the reflexive glimmer of a beast who knew their weight and worth too well. Then his gaze slid sideways, catching on the pale pink of fresh tuna laid out on wax-cloth, the clean scent of it cutting sharp through the stench of wet...

Griblo stood very still while Cryle spoke. He didn’t interrupt. Barely fidgeted. The usual restless ferret energy went quiet as her explanation unfolded, piece by careful piece. The levers. The shapes. The pressure. The paper caught between wood and stamp. The alphabet meant for pawpads, not...

Snow hit Griblo square in the face. Again. It exploded across his muzzle in a wet, slushy burst, forcing icy grit up his nose and straight into his mouth. He reeled with a choked snarl, boots skidding as he staggered half a step, hacking and sputtering while meltwater immediately began its...

Griblo took Brasseye’s reluctant concession with an easy nod, his posture loosening just enough to suggest agreement rather than victory. He didn’t crowd the quartermaster, but he did step a little closer, peering at the clipboard with casual interest, tail giving a slow, thoughtful flick...

Griblo listened to Cryle’s reassurance in silence, boots slowing as her words unspooled beside him. He didn’t interrupt. Didn’t scoff. When she finished, he gave a small grunt that might have been agreement, or might have simply been acknowledgment that he’d heard her at all. "Aye," he said at...

Griblo snarled at his own bad pun as Korya corrected him with her much better suggestion. "…Oh that sucked," he said reflexively, wrinkling his nose. Then his ears perked, grin creeping wide and sharp. "Nah. Frost Fang’s way better. Sounds cold an' wicked as winter is'self! " She was already...

Griblo waited while Cryle dressed, letting the moment breathe instead of crowding it. He leaned against a stanchion with practiced ease, one paw loosely braced behind him, the other idly hooked in his belt. "Fer what it’s worth," he said at last, voice pitched casual, "askin’ after metal proper...

After an eternity of the most incredible, smothering, albeit pleasantly warm clasp, Ruffano emerged from Pomodu’s embrace looking like a fox who had briefly visited another plane of existence and returned rumpled but radiant. His scarf askew, coat crushed, breath wheezing out of him in warm...

Griblo stared up venomously at the two foxes for a beat, lips curled in an ugly, crooked scowl. He flicked a paw dismissively. "’Ell’s teeth, it’s colder in ’ere den out in de wet," he scoffed, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the whole exchange. "If’n ye’s can’t take a laugh every now...

The galley was warm in the way only a ship’s mess could be. Heat pressed out of bodies rather than fire, steam rising from bowls and damp fur alike as the Blackship rolled gently beneath them. Song carried through the space in uneven waves, Calara’s voice bright and unbothered by key or...

Griblo didn’t hesitate when the kitten started winding herself up again. One moment she was puffing herself up, tail bristling and ready to go to war, and the next his paw snapped out, gripping her nape and hauling her sharply back against his side. "Oi! No! No no no!" He glanced over the dock...

Griblo lingered where he was, steel blue eyes flicking between the two hammocks as the snack exchange played out in full. Cryle pocketed the pineapple chunks like a miser banking coin, while Korya made short work of the nut clusters, cheeks bulging as she crunched away with single-minded...