Totoka River I didn't actually sell my last car; I just forgot where I parked it

She laughs girlishly- at the way he stares, stumbles over his introduction. The dip of his head is enough to please her, reminding her pleasantly of a bow. When he speaks of the island, she pays a small glance behind her before turning back to him, expression a tad proud (though she tried to hide it). Timberlake, is hard for many, yes, She drawls, pauses, continues- 

But not hard for me. I grow up by beach, know sea better than anyone. She laughs, tail wagging slightly. So, Timberlake, are you loner? Looking for home? She guesses, smelling no pack scent on his fur. Even a man who couldn't swim well could access the island when the tide was low- but she didn't feel inclined to share that information just yet.