Bearclaw Valley Blowing away the scenery around me

Cry had to admit how surprised he was at the ease in which the boy spoke. Had he realized the ivory was capable of such, he would have held higher expectations. 
With a nod, Cry accepted the name in his stride, silently.

He noticed the face the pale one made at the small creature in his mouth, and raised a dark brow. 
He hated the taste of the shelled creature, himself, and the farthest he got with seafood was the fish he landed on the Sea he was once calling home.

"Xan," he spoke softly, while getting up and placing a flint colored claw on the shell creature.
"Snail."

Cry looked down with his winter gems at the miniscule thing and also made a disgusted face, showing he too hated the taste of the animal.