the majestic devil fish

Jynn wrinkled her nose at the Armada wolf's confidence that everything was edible. She could think of a few exceptions to the rule but considering the goal was hunting now she kept her sassy remarks to herself. She noticed his recognition and she stared right back at him. She and Álarr had been exploring, showing nothing but respect to Armada's borders as they navigated their way around to head from east to west. For their respect they were attacked. Of course the Armada would swear up and down that they had been wronged and she was just a loner, always had been, probably always would be, so what weight could her words possibly carry?

She turned her focus on the task at hand, surprised he was even asking if anyone else had any ideas instead of barking at them like soldiers. Not that he'd probably listen to her anyway but may as well try. "I think we should try and grab them by the wings and drag them on shore til they die. I don't know where to bite on that thing to kill it efficiently in the water."