Gilded Bay Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn

Norsamu was about to repeat the whole sea chant over again as she happily was digging for beauties. Though her head popped up, as she curiously looked toward the visitor with her orange gaze, "my guy," she started before answering his question, "anyone tell ya, ya look fucking creepy like that?" The cold eyes, yet a smirk along with it. What an odd combination that gave her an eerie feeling from the random wolf. She didn't care much how close he came, as she held her head high in pride. There was no worry- because she'll just beat him up if he does something stupid.

"Ah, i'm diggin for em' treasures. Ya see?" Her head motioned toward the different shells she collected for the past... Hours? Honestly the white maned wolf had no idea how long she has been doing this and singing her sea shanties. The only time she seemed to stop was when this creepy fellow appeared.