Cerulean Cape In an upside down world, floating in a pineapple

Unperturbed by the blank stare she received and the one word answer, the merle wolfdog merely squinted a ghostly eye at him and nodded as if truly considering the name. "Suits you," she comments, crimson brushed muzzle dipping into another morsel of crab meat. It was probably rude to eat it in front of him and not offer any but washing up on beaches is hard work, man. She can practically feel Tula's greedy eyes on the back of her head and she sniggers at the thought of the bird, too shy to come down in Kjalarr's company, without letting him know why she's laughing.

After she's swallowed the bite, she turns spooky eyes on him again. "You're not a talkative man. But I take it you've seen more than most men," the girl quips, tossing the crab shell away. A lopsided grin crossed her features as Tula dove for it, tapping at it in search of any lingering pieces of meat.