Thank God would have been right if Gallo was a friendly beast but the rumble in her stomach proved she would likely be anything but inviting today. The firecracker was hard to miss with those burning colors. Nearly made her head spin just looking at her.
If the older female had not had that ache in her stomach she would have let the other go back to whatever they were doing. When she thought she was close enough to be heard (not really caring if she had been spotted already or not) she let a deep rumble vibrate through her throat. A rather clear sign she wasn't here for some company.
Gallo didn't like the tone or body language she received back and so what did she do? Something kind of gross. The older female pissed right where she stood but not out of fear, nope, she was doing it because she could — to mark this small part of the land in a defiant act against the firecracker.
It wasn't much mentioning she hadn't had much to drink lately (hanging around salty water did tend to leave you with limited drinking options) so the act was quick. When that was taken care of her lip raised in return as her tail slowly inched up through the air.
The older loner didn't mind the laughter, it was nothing. She had been laughed at before and while it was odd she expected the other to either give her what she wanted (as if she was some kind of mind reader, come on Gallo) or leave.
Now it was her turn to laugh. It was deep, almost too deep for a female, and rough from lack of use on top of lack of any water. "Headfucked?" She repeated the word between deep laughs. It was by far the best (in the amusement category) thing she had ever heard. Had the firecracker slammed her head into a mountainside? Been beaten down by a bear? The latter sounded more appealing but she looked too good to have had a run-in with a bear.
Maybe the humor had made the situation better, softened Gallo up a bit to the firecracker's previous roughness (not that Gallo had been much better). She gave another deep snort of laughter at her story of fermented apples.
Although the laughter dulled down into silence at the offer that was presented. Is th'water safe?
her rough tones asked with an arched pale brow. It certainly hadn't been too safe out on the coast.
At the word of safe, Gallo greedily moved to lap at the water. She soaked her muzzle and more than likely was throwing droplets everywhere but she didn't care. Her thirst was far too great to even consider being polite about drinking. Not to mention she had never really been a polite figure.
It was only an introduction that caused the pale woman to lift her head, looking over her shoulder to the firecracker now named Ceara. Gallo.
She introduced shortly before going back to lapping up the water. The woman would likely bloat herself (to death? maybe, depends on how cruel the writer is feeling) but that too was of little concern.
She had half a mind to heed the warning and so, she did. Gallo knew she could have her fill of the water without any warnings once they had gone separate ways. It would be easiest like that. While she usually didn't go for easy routes, she wasn't exactly in a condition to be scrapping over water.
No.
It was the easiest answer. She wasn't going anywhere in particular, just kind of drifting to wherever she could get her next meal or - in this instance - drink. Where you from?
She asked with perhaps a hint of genuine curiosity.
She considered the firecracker's offer. It would be nice to have better water readily available and a possible partner for hunting. Yet she wasn't particularly fond of company even if the two had smoothed out their differences.
A gentle hum escaped her. Only for a short bit. A meal or two then I return.
Sure the coast wasn't the greatest place in the world but she was beckoned to it for the solitude and sights it provided.