Ankyra Sound a little bit dangerous, but baby that's how i want it

Luckily for her, Kjalarr accepted her half-assed answer, leaving the pirate to regain, or attempt to regain, whatever snark she had left. 'Nuff dilly-dallying then. She trotted ahead, turning back and watching as Kjalarr re-marked the borders, leaving his scent in the sand. The thoughts were quickly tucked away in her mind, ignored for now but surely to be thought back upon later.

The Beta marked the borders at intermittent times, scratching at slightly faded points, sometimes outright squatting. She chattered randomly now, about random things and topics as if to fill the silence and awkwardness that was them. If Kjalarr didn't answer her, she would simply sing a shanty instead, at too high a volume and widely out of tune, as she always did.