Seaside Moors A siren I might be, but I am just searching for love

Amber eyes met hers, friendly orbs with a warm glint and a cheerful smile found a way on her feminine face. Why the man had approached her was unknown, maybe even to him, but she praised him for it. She wasn't a very normal sight, she knew, and found it very brave of the man to approach her just like that. Oh, just imagine what it had been like if she had been as feral as she looked. That wouldn't have ended pretty, let me tell you that.

Ondine chuckled softly. You should try one of the locusts. She made a kissy noise with her mouth. De-Li-Cious. She added in pure sarcasm. The taste of one the insect bodies was still in her mouth from removing it from her paw. It tasted like poison, though she was sure it wasn't that.