Morningside Cuesta dulasei

Stories- a sign that Heda was beginning to loosen up and trust her a bit. It hadn'g taken her long to forget that Paisley was still a total stranger, but that was the way of things with youth, wariness tended to melt like frost in the sunlight. 

A dry snicker escaped the red wolf at Heda's attempt to pardon her own language, and she clicked her tongue in a mock chastisement. The twinkle in her dark eyes would have given her amusement away. 

"I'm afraid not," She said. "Sharks don't have legs. So what you saw wasn't shark shit," A side-eye given, to see if she'd tickled Heda's sense of humour. She could always direct Heda's attention back to the task at hand, but she didn't seem to be in any hurry. "Maybe it was Druid's. Maybe she made up a bunch of stuff about it being a shark to hide the fact that she takes enormous shits." She suggested with as straight of a face as she could manage.