Don't you dare

After crushing the crab Basilia had been looking around her surroundings when her eyes set themselves on a male wolf much like herself in color and close to rivaling her height. They smelled of something repulsive, the scent of multiple wolves mingled in his pelt. She had yet to encounter any packs in this new land but that sure smelled like one. Packs were not her thing, being tied down in one area with the same likely annoying people and the same sights didn't give her a high sense of appeal.

As the male commented on her choice of entertainment she smirked. She didn't kill the crab for pleasure or survival, only for entertainment. There wasn't much going on at the moment anyways, but maybe now that this man had appeared she could have some fun.

She walked up to the man and held her head high; she was clearly the one in control here. "Maybe i wouldn't have to resort to such measures if there were other ways to have fun around here."

Him being the only wolf she had seen so far was a tough job to have. Through him she would gage what the other wolves of this land were like and thus whether or not it was worth sticking around for long. Gaze set on the shorter male Basilia smiled and said "Perhaps you can tell me of some."