Stavanger Bay Dancing In The Moonlight!

sandpiper had just about had it - first he declined her request for shark, and now he was refusing her suggestion of urchin? had she arms to cross she would huffily fold them -- instead, she just lanced him with a rather flinty gaze.

what kind of sea wolf didn't know what an urchin was?

she decided if he was going to be in ironsea, he needed to buck up -- a wolf who didn't know their tit from a band of kelp was hardly worth keeping aboard. her expression was somewhat severe as she passed him by, flicking her tail once before she spoke. "it's a type of .. thing." very descriptive. 10/10.

sandpiper realized she hardly knew how to describe it. it wasn't a fish, it wasn't a clam - it certainly wasn't a crab. "it's kind of spikey, has a funny shell sometimes, and i-- you know what?" she paused, readjusting her course with a grim pout: "let's just get a fish.." she resumed her ambling walk and then suddenly threw the brakes up again, casting him a rather pained look as she ventured to ask "you know what a fish is... right?"