Horizon Ridge Freaky & The Freakshow

the sylph fancied she caught a playful, perhaps hopeful glance in the yearling's muted gold eyes -- but at the mention of pirates, her lips pursed and she solemnly shook her head. "hah, pirates - those at least would be better looking, and smelling. but no. no pirates." she huffed, the fume of her breath curling around her narrow muzzle in the cold; idly, she watched the misty exhale's slow ascent until the last of it became invisible to her eyes.

she had noticed her companion skirt around her request of a name -- and of course, had caught he had called her kraken. in her younger years that would have earned the rawboned wolf more than the disapproving flash of hawkish yellow eyes -- but caiaphas had learned in some ways to settle her temper, and besides... being likened to one of the fiercest sea predators was somewhat flattering in the siren's book. she'd take it.

"hm, well, if you could get me a new skin that would be great. it involves killing, though - but you look handy enough." she looked him up and down, her lips pursed. "but if you can't get that, some rosehip or moss would do." she figured for now she would humor his lack of giving a name -- but in a few seconds, would likely bring it up again.