Making Sea Shells by the Seashore
11-16-2015, 12:37 AM
Esarosa grinned as the male tensed at her defensiveness over the food. She was glad to see he didn't seem interested in robbing her. In fact, he seemed maybe even a little bit apprehensive, a little reserved. A smug look gleamed in her emerald eyes as he agreed with some obvious resistance to try the crab she'd caught. She hoped he would end up liking it. But first, she'd answer his question. "I don't live around here," she replied, shaking her head, "Actually, I don't really live anywhere. I'm a traveler." With a slight chuckle, she narrowed her eyes, the mischief on her face growing - she was feeling a little sassy today, and he seemed too quiet. He'd be easy to make uncomfortable. Before she'd hand over the crab, she had to give him a hard time. "Well, aren't you going to introduce yourself before you eat my food?" she questioned with a tilt of her head, her nails scraping the crab's shell as her paw pressed down over it. She wondered if he'd be able to tell she was just bugging him. She was in a bit of a mood, and she wasn't sure why. She was curious as to who this mysterious looking guy was, and where he'd come from. If he hadn't tried seafood before, surely he couldn't be from around here. Perhaps he was a traveler as well, or maybe he was settled in a nearby territory. Either way, she hoped he wouldn't be too bothered by her annoying attitude, and maybe she'd get a chance to know him. He was a handsome wolf, and his aloof demeanor reminded her of a childhood friend, someone she'd admired greatly. But that had been so long ago - she'd always hoped to find Ajax, but he'd left the pack moons before her, and the world was too vast to track down a single wolf. She'd given up on him some time ago, realizing she needed to focus on making a life for herself on this very hospitable continent. Chuckling again, she nudged the crab closer to the red-eyed drake with her paw. "I'm just kidding, if you're hungry go ahead," she said, smiling slightly to encourage him, "Anyways, my name's Esarosa." She seated herself, her bushy black tail brushing over the sand. |