Ankyra Sound Tidechaser

While this wasn't something Chacal had ever seen or experienced before, she had begun to expect perhaps something a bit...More, than what she saw Fennec do when she offered to give her a blessing. Sing something, do a bit of footwork, chant, or even just say outright that she was asking some higher power to grant Chacal the blessings she wanted for her mothers. She studied the female as she fell into contemplative silence, watching for any chances in her expression that might indicate that she was thinking, or about to speak. A faint smile was the only way her features stirred- and Chacal tipped her head back, thinking perhaps she looked a bit smug. 

Had she traded something more than a crab's claw, she might have demanded more. All she could see was that Fennec had gone into some form of concentration, and had smiled. Chacal's expressions clearly showed her skepticism, though she knew Fennec wouldn't be able to see or hear the slant of her ears, the furrow of her brow and the pointed look she was being given. 

Still- the conviction Fennec had as she announced that she was finished gave her some belief that perhaps she'd touched base with some other form that might be able to grant her wishes. Obviously Fennec didn't know what Chacal had wanted, which made her a bit more suspicious. Perhaps whatever she'd requested, had been vague enough that she didn't need to know what it was she'd been thinking of. She hummed softly in response. "Yes, it was good," She said, though there was a slightly hollow tone to her voice which might've conveyed the fact that she wasn't exactly wowed by Fennec's performance. Still- for the price of a crab's claw? Even if Fennec had done nothing at all, it wasn't a huge waste. She feared for others, though, who might get conned out of more. Their problem, she thought- not hers. 

She finally released the crab she'd had pinned down, and allowed it to scuttle back into the water, her appetite creeping away along with it. She had an unsettling feeling in her gut, as though perhaps she had meddled with something she shouldn't have been experimenting with. "I t'ank you, den," She said, deciding to at least be somewhat grateful for whatever it was that might result from the blessing she'd asked for. "D'ye have a name?" She intoned on a gentle melody, curious to know what she might call this woman in her memories.