Whitefish River Feed me Seymour

Surprise flashed briefly in the little warriors eyes when the giant started singing and walking over to her. He towered over her and she felt that if he were to flop down right then, he would definitely squish her flat. But she banished the surprise as fast as she could and instead narrowed her stormy eyes at him. She had become quite weary over the past few days and she didn't quite know what to think of this oafish brute.

She let out a tiny growl, not in a threatening way, but more of a defensive way. She studied him and tried to figure out why he was singing.

"Why are you singing? You look like in idiot." she huffed, tilting her snout upward in faux uptightness.