I wash my hands of this weirdness...

Dark brown head leaned back slightly as his thoughts turned into confused silence. Why did she lean towards him like that? It seemed as if she had been trying to see if something was there...brows furrowed slightly in confusion. The man watched and listened as the young girl spoke to him. So she had no pack and no place she really belonged? Why did it seem to him that there were more and more...? Recently he heard tale of an entire pack turning rogue, living on the land like nomads. Vagabonds with no home. His thoughts returned when his brown orbs caught sight of something on her features, but he then wondered if he had imagined it...She looked...troubled. Many a time he had seen that look on the faces of many. But her attitude was far too jolly and happy for that. Like a storm hiding behind the calm.

He breathed in a good deal of air as he waited to answer anything she threw his way. She certainly did have a mouth on her, and she certainly did seem very strange...but he supposed it wasn't a bad thing. What was life without peculiar and strange things? Especially ones that were using it to hide something underneath? Clearing his throat, he answered "Aye lass, a Pirate is bound by his word at all times. Unless you run into the scurvy bilge rats who have no honor and are among the lowest of the low. As for fun lass? I have my leisure time of women and drinks, and I suppose I just roam around and see the sights, while trying to stay alive. I have many after my tail, but none will ever get it. I'm just trying to survive my daily life. Perhaps I'll spice it up and play with a mouse or two eh?"

He turned from her again, swishing his tail at her nose as he passed. He stopped a yard away before turning to her, a question in his eyes. "Care to join me for a hunt? It's been a busy morning for me and I could do with a drink and a bite." He continued walking, the open invitation open between them. She seemed lonely, and though she was out on her own, something stirred within him telling him that, this time, he would not take advantage of a lonely soul.