[Amon]Everybody's got a dark side

Naamah simply looked the woman over as she responded, her expression dead and unreactive as loud, piercing cackles erupted through her mind. Mentally, Naamah laughed as well, but she gave no outward sign of her own amusement at discovering the woman had the sheen of cataracts over her eyes. Whatever manner of creature she was, the brilliantly colored woman was obviously someone's chew toy at some point. She gave a subtle shake of her head before she heard the sudden exclamation, her dark crown rose to eye the starkly marked female that approached. A subtle grin formed on her face at the woman's quip and she had to fight to keep her tail from waving in amusement. There were so many wonderful wolves arriving in Auster! She opened her white tipped maw to speak, only to have her mismatched ruby and garnet gaze land on the dark shadow. Surprise marred her painted features momentarily before she regained herself and hid the expression with a wider smile. "I have seen no such wolf." She replied to the woman before giving her focus to Amon, not bothering to hide the flick of her tail at his insinuation.

Giving a negative shake of her head, she makes a snort of derision and looks to the poor wretch in the sand. Had it been only her to find the woman, odds are she would have attacked and rid the world of her weakness. Lilith was practically seethed with the want to destroy both women, but the smaller woman would have been the first victim. Pyralis, Naamah and Lilith would simply fight for fun. Maybe one day when she found herself bored she would look her up. Nevertheless, Naamah had sidetracked herself, staring almost cruel at the neon socked female laying in the sand."No, she is no friend to me. I was trying to make better her food, she basically eats sand...there in the shell, inside...this creature eats sand. When it is in shore like this, there is gritty meat...sand all in the teeth, very dirty. I try to help, but she says she likes them this way." The woman's heavily accented speech was a clear indication that the refusal of her advice had irked her, but if the woman wanted to eat sandy clams, Naamah would have to let her. She gives a shrug upon the last notes of her explanation of association, and looks between the females and Amon.

"Naamah talks." | "Lilith talks." Scroll over for translations