To The Edge Of The Earth

Ah, now Sparrow got it. This pup was mentally impaired. Sparrow nodded to herself as the neon thing went on to rattle off a lot of beam-sounding things before saying that it wasn't a beam. Well, it made sense, a pup, in the middle of nowhere, no family to be found, no pack smell on her scent. It was probably the reason this thing was abandoned, besides the fact that its fur ensured no prey animal would even NOT see them coming. Honestly, Sparrow expected a hawk to scoop up the thing for lunch at any minute.

Sparrow tossed her look to the side, tsking her tongue as she looked lazily back, all amusement gone from her face, "Maybe the color of your fur affected your brain, but all that sounds like a beam to me. If it's not a beam, then what IS a beam, huh?"

Sparrow looked around now, she was still sure she could find what she was wanting somewhere, in the godforsaken iciness of this place. With the one fire and ice duo from the pirate ship, Sparrow was beginning to think the north turned everyone's attitude to ice too.