trouble with feathers [Pyralis]

ooc. It's short, am sorry

The warmth of delight spread through the cockles of her heart, and a soft grin would play upon her lips. Fantastic, a hunt was in order! The larger woman seemed just as pleased by the notion. She also seemed interested in the rest of the island, which seemed only logical. This was, after all, quite the attention catcher. When the implication of introductions came to pass, the woman would pause to dip her head and smile.

"My apologies. Lirika Vera Lunashka, at your service." Accented vocals would murmur, as she stepped forth onto the sand of the beach. Salt water dripped steadily from her coat, and she hoped it would drag out some of the shedding fur with it. "And you, my dear?" She questioned in turn. Hopefully, her assumption that it was time to take a look around wouldn't be too forward. It would be awful if she found herself pissing this woman off. There was a chance for an interesting conversation ahead. Not many people chose to be around these parts at this time of year.