Dragoncrest Cliffs Seal of approval

Tiden was more amused than annoyed by the antics of the pelted stick insect that just kept prowling around him and keeping those tiny eyes trained upon him. He worried about her as much as a Great Dane would worry about chihuahua nibbling at its feet. In other words - not that much. He vaguely remembered that a while ago some of her kin had attempted to intrude in his realm and even catch him. Perhaps the thing was trying to do it now. 

The nibble of his rear flipper earned a bored side-eye, as if the old man was saying - is that's all, what you got?