Ankyra Sound sishou

Tirgatao wrinkled her nose, but it was not an unkind gesture. She shook her head and giggled, "They're so slimy!" She chirped with a genial wave of her tail, obviously meaning no harm by the comment and hoping that her demeanor would suggest that she was joking. In truth, she hadn't ever tried any of those rock-looking snails, but she recalled a moment during her puppyhood when she dared her childhood friend to do it. Through a gagging fit, she'd proclaimed that they were literally boogers, and promptly barfed them up on the shore. They were later herded home by their mothers, and Tirgatao was scolded for being unkind.

"Interesting." she hummed. "Drageda has, well, us. Our lives revolve around helping our fellow clan members, and we're expected from an early age to pursue a skillset that would further the success of the pack. For example: I was excellent at listening and helping my friends when I was young, so my mother shuffled me off to one of the older Shouna and I shadowed him almost exclusively, helping him and learning in return, until I earned my rank."

"If you cannot earn your keep, you're not welcome in Drageda unless you're very old, very young, or infirm."