The sun had only risen the slightest bit over the vast ocean, the morning sky still remaining dark. Morgan took breath after deep breath as he channeled his powers; the raft carrying himself and the unconscious Crow had slowly been pulled through the sea for several hours. The samoyed only stopped manipulating the waves once he was certain that he was fully unable to see land in any direction. As the wooden vessel slowed on its own, Morgan lied down next to the sleeping feline. He looked up and down the other Tangler's body, feeling a familiar sort of desire; telling himself that that was selfish, the General instead closed his eyes and began to call Crow's name in an effort to awaken him.

...

Once Crow finally awakened, the canine sat up and began to explain himself. He tensed up a bit. He remembered Crow had agreed to be trained, but he felt quite bad that he had to avoid giving any details on the training itself to convince him to say yes in the first place.

[member=1477]Crow Roux[/member]