Blackbeak Bluff doubloons

"Now we're speaking the same language," spindly tail beating a steady rhythm into the stone. "Tis why I'm tryna make a name for myself out here." On the saltwind he left a thread dangling, waiting to see if she would bite. 

His eyes widened in surprise as the gull was returned. There was little left on the carcass besides a few mouthfuls of sinewy flesh, but already Nox was drawing the bird closer and tearing apart the remaining meat.

"And it's worth somethin' that ye'v stuck around," he countered, the delicate bones splintering between his teeth with a satisfying crunch. "Name's Nox. What's yers?" It seemed only courteous to offer his identity now after they had shared such an intimate thing as a meal.