My eyes almost rolled when she commented that she would rather have meat. There was a flicker of my eyelids as I repel my desire. “Non stercore” (No shit,) I reply sarcastically and sharply. She said then that she supposed she would starve otherwise, and I simply shrugged. She may be joking, but for all I know she is a dumbass who is not. Yet my mind allows me to assume the best of her, at least for now, as I am certain she is of the same blood of Ava.
She understands the greatness of our line already, which causes the slightest raise of my white brow. Great names of our family and she is to become great too? Yes, she is most certainly one of ours. No others speak like those of the blood of Ava unless they are of the blood. No one has even attempted to because they could never really pull it off to the trained eye.
”Cur dubium te?” (Why do you doubt yourself?) I ask then, licking my own liver colored nose. My eyes remain sharp, and really, they tend to never soften. I remember being great since...well, I could remember. Why is it she hopes to one day be great and is not great today?
I watch as she looks down and scrunches her nose at the sand. I completely agree. It is horrid and neither of us should have to...stoop to this, but prey has been so few and far between the past many suns. I make do with what I can.
”Yeah ita sugit,” (Yeah it sucks,) I say, my eyes flickering towards the ocean. There are fish that are about paw size that linger pretty much on the beach, but the water is so cold...pretty much too cold to bear attempting to get them out. My dearest nice did get one and eat the flesh, and I know how displeased she is with the experience. It is not a good experience at all. I know, I am doing it right now.
”Eum piscem capere non posset conari tu, si tibi vis pro summo uestro periculo, quć incedunt quadrupedia frigore conficiatur.” (You could try catching the fish there, if you want to risk your paws freezing instead.) I motioned my front right paw towards the ocean. It was the very start of the cold so it was not as bad as it will get later in the winter. ”Sed congelatio invenire quć incedunt quadrupedia minus appetibilis quam tollit ex testa labia circa dentes meos” (But I find freezing paws less desireable than picking shell out of my teeth) I say with a shrug, cracking my neck as I spit out another piece of shell with a sharp grin on my maw.