Let Loose, Get Freaky

A movement halted his slow and annoying progress on the soft beach, and his head rose to spot a wolf in the treeline right before she called out to him. Her overdramatic greeting was actually amusing to him. "Not you, certainly," he replied, his tone dry with a touch of that amusement he felt. While the words themselves were a bit... insulting; he did hope it would be taken lightly.

Surprised with the company that he wasn't expecting, but didn't find himself all that opposed to, he hurried up his pace, pausing again when she spoke. He shook his head. "No, thanks. I'll not take from your food." She was a loner; food was hard to come by at times for loners, even on such a fruitful place like this. He chuckled lightly at her words; exhausting was a bit of an understatement. "Very much so, but a bit worth it, I think." He glanced at the food that was... laying out on a rock in the sun, and he glanced back at the woman curiously. "Why?" he questioned simply, angling his head to gesture at the strips of flesh that were drying in the sun. It didn't make much sense to him, after all.

"Speech" "You"