Dust Devils's Dance

(ooc: Ohhhhh, ok....i got snakes out of the description....my bad)

At first the stranger hadn't seemed to understand where the voice had come from and she moved one of her ears sideways in slight irritation. She watched him for a moment before her ears went back to their normal upright position. It wasn't long before he spoke asking what snakes. Slate opened his maw to tell the man he was sorry for the interruption when the small girl made herself heard once more. "What snakes?!?! Are ya blind man...they are right over there not but two feet from your 'dancing' sand." she moved by him to kick sand at the two snakes. "shoo, you evil little devils." she said to them in a hushed tone as one slithered right over the top of the other.

When and only when she was sure they wouldn't come after her she aren't back to Slate's side. They both watched as the male frowned only to look down at Pearl and then back up at Slate. Did they live there? Well that answer was a dibble answer. "we are loners or as some call us rouges. Our home is any place a pack does not own." the mans voice was deep but friendly...for now.