He simply inclined his head at her statement, accepting it without argument though there was a gleam of amusement in his eyes. It was the way of many young ones, himself included when he had been a mere sprat, and there would be no changing that opinion with words alone. Besides, the conch meat was perfectly tasty on its own, and he gave a more approving nod of her appetite. "Merfolk often eat it with sauces." Of various types, depending on mood and preference, or even time of day. Merfolk 'sauce' was more of a thick paste to keep it from immediately coming apart underwater, but the concept was the same.
Hadama watched the little tableaux playing out: the bird and the wolf-woman sizing each other up with very different intentions. He tilted his head at the little hel and then swam back a few feet from the canal's edge. "While it sits on your shoulder, you will not sink in water," he rumbled, amused. "So long as you feed it, it will remain. Probably," he added, dutifully honest about the short attention span of the annoying gull-like birds.
Hadama watched the little tableaux playing out: the bird and the wolf-woman sizing each other up with very different intentions. He tilted his head at the little hel and then swam back a few feet from the canal's edge. "While it sits on your shoulder, you will not sink in water," he rumbled, amused. "So long as you feed it, it will remain. Probably," he added, dutifully honest about the short attention span of the annoying gull-like birds.
