Ankyra Sound Tidechaser

Chacal's tail waved amicably and she smiled, though she had to roll her eyes when the pale beach beauty tried to convince her that there wasn't much to be frightened of. She had likely not been pinched by a crab then, she thought. Not that crabs were to be feared- but their claws were definitely to be treated with at least minor caution. She investigated the claw with her foot and Chacal watched her to see what her reaction might be. She sniffed lightly; this woman was likely from somewhere inland, if she did not know the taste of crabmeat, and how delicious it was. 

Still- she seemed interested enough not only to take it and try it, but polite enough to offer something as a trade. While Chacal was normally the sort to give freely without expecting reward or payment in return, she was interested in the potential of having something given to her in return. "A trade?" She mirrored. There was something cunning that came across the woman's features when she spoke; a change in tone, a shift in her confidence. Chacal read this, and was intrigued. "What have you to trade with me? You have nothing, that I can see," She sang, though she sounded perfectly willing to be proven wrong.