Iris had missed the presence of the male nearby, so caught up in the vision of seeing her friend again. She had not known if she was going to survive a fateful night in the frozen wreck of the north.
As the male stepped forward, Iris stepped back. She was not interested in letting another male touch her, the thought made her skin crawl, and had no clue what type this male could be. Her purple eyes flitted between her friend Fic's and the galaxy pelt of the other. As soon as the male came closer Fic was suggesting that their digging was unsafe. Iris wasn't keen on letting any male boss her around again.
She swept another pawful of sand behind her. Her paws whisking over something beneath it. She paused to look, one eye of the figure of Scald and one eye on the potential treasure she may have uncovered. It could just be a skeleton from a storm, but mayhaps it is a rare shell?