Hearing her voice almost made him jump. His head turning and looking at her with a bit of disgust. Her muzzle low to the ground again, vomiting. He didn't know what to say and a sudden feeling took hold. Anger? Why was he mad...? His cat like tail whipped back and forth behind him for a moment. Glinted eyes watched her approach when she was finally able to. Ears perked for her question and body tight with anxiety. Wait! Can you tell me what happened? Her voice sounded beautiful to his ears which made that anger bubbling in his stomach worse... Why? He huffed and looked back at the ship in the ocean. "That? It's been there as long as I can remember... Why? What were you doing down there? Looking for treasure?" He rolled his eyes and turned to leave. Not even caring about what the answer would be.
He didn't think twice and continued to walk. His mouth now hummed with thirst from just watching her retch everything all over the sandy floor. His lithe and small paws moving through the underbrush at a snail's pace, like he had nowhere to be or nothing to do. His ears perked to listen if she was going to follow him. Part of him wished she would but that would only cause disappointment if she didn't. Plus what was with the weapons? She seemed to have two one her and one of them looked extremely fancy. Maybe she was a treasure hunter... Kind of an exciting gambit at that.
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