// tired ugh

Pirate? Thor had heard of that... somewhere. Perhaps a long time ago in his cubhood, maybe, when his mother would tell him stories and tales. He didn't care what they were, as long as they'd let him stay and eat their fish. He had hardly taken note of the officer's name before he leaned down and sunk his teeth into the raw fish. It was really all he cared about at the moment.

A young voice had pierced his rounded ears, and he lifted his head to see a defensive-looking kitten attempting to size him up. A lot of the small creatures that he encountered tended to be intimidated by him, so it was interesting to see that this one was unique. Her determination was amusing to him, and even more so when she ended up tripping onto the floor. In an attempt to spook her, the brute swiped his tongue over his lips and yellowing canines. "I like cats. I like eatin' them, too." Thor locked his gaze onto Sylvina for a moment and he edged closer in a threatening fashion, before he straightened back up and snorted, "Nah, I'm playing. Too hairy for me." Although, he had eaten an old and scrawny cat before in a desperate situation. He much rather preferred bugs and fish, who didn't possess any fur. "I'm lookin' for food." He responded with a shrug.

Another youngling had shown up. Thor hadn't dealt with so many children all at once before, and he was starting to grow a bit anxious. Nonetheless, he managed to snuff as Aita reached to touch his claw and he took a step back, his muzzle creasing slightly as he suppressed a warning growl. Not that the child was a threat, but he didn't do too well with strangers trying to prod at him without his consent. Thor snorted at her request as he took another chunk out of the meaty fish, and he mumbled, "Only if you pay me in fish." Again, food was all that was on his mind.