Larksong Grotto Dog Songs

"No titles at all? You should make one up. That's what I did." Louis giggled. Giggled, like some pup at playtime.

His tail kept wagging, and he took a step back to duck half into a bow. He hadn't won Masque over yet, but surely it was just a matter of time? His gaze flicked briefly toward their surroundings, wondering if she was really as alone as she looked, with the scent of a pack so strong on her.

But surely if an ambush was waiting, they'd have sprung it by now. So he was... probably safe.

"Bane of crabs, like..." He struggled for a minute to put it into proper words, brow scrunching, "Like the creature they fear. A great hunter of them. Scourge of the crab-clans." His tongue lolled. "I've eaten a lot of crabs the last few days."

"So?" He prompted, "What are you the bane of?"