Ravensblood Forest Earthworm

Captain. Worm greeted him without looking up, craning her wrist to tilt the skull, grey dewclaws skimming the surface of bleached teeth. Disinterest, a cold bite on her tone. Muskrat.

and then she looked to him, letting a casual smile fall across her face, uncanny as it might've been, and all too unconcerned for a captive. Come for that eye? She leered in a bit, almost playful, tossing the skull to the side and pulling herself up to sit prim and proper in front of him. A Bilge rat of some class at least. ...Or have you got news? A slight, anticipatory grin to match the challenge on her lips.

Fishing was good and fine, plenty a challenge on the reflexes; but not so much a challenge on the mind, once one got used to the task. Worm found herself itching to morph into something she was not, playing an endless game of strategy through the boring, quiet nights.