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

She had already visited the coast, had practically entered the wasteland there.  She had went more inland out of curiosity and because her player wanted a thread here, but details didn't matter. And even if she hadn't been there already, the strong salty scent of the waves was so strong that any wolf could guess that the coast was near. I know. Y'have thoughts about going there any time soon? She asked, her head tipping to the right. If so, she would gladly join him. He seemed like a chill creature to hang around with.

She grinned at his warm laugh. It was always wonderful to hear a sound of joy- especially in a barren wasteland with little to no food. It eased her mind to know not everyone had lost their spirit. It's either locust or dirt. She said as a joke. I think I'd still prefer the dirt though... But I don't think my body would like that very much.