The other's large form led him to another on the island's edge. A strange fellow crossed his orange hues, causing the wolf to momentarily pause before approaching any further. Their stature was interesting. Edible, even? Probably not. He dearly hoped so though. Morrison merely craned his head and continued walking along, eventually finding himself next to Jotunhel's side. A paw aimed to jab at the dragon's side with a smirk. "Ain't that look delicious, mate?" he loudly proclaimed. "No one crosses the shores without being shark bait." Flashing his sharp chompers, he continued to smirk. Shark bait, hoo-haha!

Getting past the jokes, although probably not as obvious to Sherbert, the wolf straightened out. "Ya heard what the big fella said," the captain barked. A clawed paw pointed towards Jotunhel, only to return to the sand moments later. "Now's the time to pipe up." The wolf did not feel the need to introduce himself yet. His position was important, but he didn't want to feel appealed to either if it was mentioned. He chose to wait it out and see what they had in mind.

If he was anyone else, Morrison would instigate further on their wandering travels, but due to his own experience as a loner, he felt no need. His travels across the land lead him to see glorious and strange places within his lifetime. Eventually, though, he had to settle. The Typhoon and Palm Glades were his choices due to their familiar environment and the family that remained within their borders. "I see," he mumbled back. "Hope you got your fair share of the world. Might be quizzin' you on geography later." A soft laugh left him, followed quickly by his smile widening. Maybe they could exchange stories later. That would be an interesting earful.

Considering their former alliance, the captain felt no need to push them further. "S'pose we can take ya in, mate," came his certain bark. "I used to be a Glader, myself." Morrison squinted. No, he didn't think he recognized this one. It had been two years though... Going from eight years to ten in what seemed to be a short time just made his memory worse. Coming up with nothing, he softened his gaze. Oh well.

Introductions were in order. The blue canine offered a dip of his head and a subtle wave of his finned tail. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sherbet Flóki..." '...again perhaps?' "My name is Cap'n Morrison, leader of The Typhoon." The captain part was more of a nickname from his past, but it truly had meaning now. Moving past himself, he offered a gesture to the dragon nearby. His paw mockingly circled the other's position. "Jotunhel here is our resident big fucker, wyvern of the seas. Ain't he pretty?" Orange hues looked the other up and down. Ever since the other's compliment, Morrison had a preference for the big guy.