Whose That Knocking At My Door?

The smell was a curios one. Irin felt her nose twitching and she sneezed delicately as she picked up on the scent. It was foreign, distinctly alien, and she had smelled nothing like it in her extensive wanderings. Curiosity danced in Irin's mind and she broke into a lope, dainty white paws carrying her across the ground swiftly. As she moved, her mind spun a story; this creature would be naked, entirely furless, with stubby legs, judging by the amount of footprints, and hmm, maybe an equally short tail. Maybe it was a cursed wolf from the deserts, twisted by strange magic that had been forced upon it by the shamans of its desert pack.

When Irin first caught sight of the creature, she stopped dead in her tracks, head tilting and blue eyes widening as she examined it. "What are you?" She blurted the question out before she had time to think it through, her blue eyes widening as she examined the creature. Whatever it was, it was indeed very . . . ah, interesting looking. Irin kind of liked it actually. The long muzzle stretched out and extended, and the long torso like a snake's were all very interesting. Cool! The female thought to herself, head tilting as she examined the creature.

Except crap. It was really rude for her to have opened the conversation like that. Irin looked guilty, ducking her head slightly, "My name is Irin. What's yours?" Okay, there, polite. And still satisfying some of her curiosity. This creature was such a strange looking thing. She wondered where it came from! Somewhere with lots of sand, maybe? Maybe the creature lived on beaches, feasting upon barnacles.