Neverwinter Forest [m] Thalassic

He tasted like dirt. Seastorm spat at the ground, bristling deeply now as if threatened by the memory. Yeah. Him.

She remembered the pheasant, and dove for it with a muffled yelp when she jostled her injured leg. That didn't stop her, of course. Seastorm tore into the bird with youthful enthusiasm. Feathers went flying; she snapped at the air to catch them, wrinkling her muzzle and spitting each time she succeeded. Their conversation was immediately forgotten.