Cloudiwolf

Misy took a moment to steady herself on the dock, for a moment out of sinc with the stillness of the earth. The city bustled along at the edge of the bay, filled with many sights, sounds, and smells. It was a little overwhelming to her after to quiet saltiness of the open sea but she reveled in it. It was with a jaunty prance in her step that she stalked away from the boats and seabirds. Almost immediately a finely dressed gentleman stepped into her path, smiling broadly at her. She looked quickly to the left and the right, trying to see who else he might be talking to but he was definitely speaking to the Kha. “Sa’vi,” she purred, deciding to be friendly despite the oddness of this man’s friendliness. She wouldn’t be naive, but he’d not given her any more reason to be suspicious than his interest in her. “I’d heard there was a rather large museum here, figured it was worth the sea sickness to come see.” She held out a broad paw, letting her pinprick claws slide out just barely as she offered her hand to shake. She wanted to give the impression that she wasn’t worth the risk. In her experience that could stop many bad situations before they had a chance  to really get rolling. “And you are?”