Sea Lion Shores canopic

she would have raised an unimpressed brow at the creature, were she capable of such human expression. aeglaeca truthfully could not tell if she was being mocked or if this was simply the arrogance that afflicted all males of her species— her words poetry, when he spoke of courts and dining? perhaps that was his point, but then she had no intention to be poetic. only to speak of things as they were.

she considered him, stiffly. an invitation to a 'feast' that she had provided, as if this sorry sack of bones were doing her the favor. aeglaeca exhaled sharply through her nose. males were dangerous for their unearned arrogance— but they were not stupid, as others would have her believe. she would not make that mistake, to believe this a misguided gesture of appreciation.

but he was the first soul she had met in quite some time. if his state of starvation were any indication, this landscape was not entirely unfamiliar to him; or perhaps it was. either way, there was likely to be some information she could glean, here— even if she did not trust its entirety.

she would not move closer into the small shelter he had made for himself to die in; but dropped to her belly where she stood, pulling the fish head back between her paws, where she began to slowly work away at the meal. her eyes remained steady upon him.