Gilded Bay Standing in the open light

White-blue eyes take in her form, the disheveled look to her fur and the interesting but not all that trustworthy glint in her eye. Not to mention that smug smirk she’s wearing. All he says to her first sentence is, “You’re not wrong.” He hums back, his deep voice holding humor in it.

Then he squints the slightest amount as she mentions wondering what wolf tastes like. His smile still persists though. “If you’ve wondered why never try? And make a meal out of me? I do look delicious don’t I?” He compliments himself shamelessly and with a rumble of short laughter. 

Wading out of the water he, languidly shifts closer to her to converse, but stops at a comfortable distance. “O’Mally Valentine. Who’re you?” He asks then with a slight upwards tilt of his chin to her. His intricate voice much softer now.