Kit listens to the end of the song before walking away with Terrin, "So what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know," Terrin replies not thinking about the music or anything near him. He was more intrested in bigger fish such as finding out where Sharky could have come from.

Sharky grinned at the newcomer. "Evenin' matey. How's lady luck treatin' ye this fine evening?"

Tarka returned the grin. "Just fine mate! Got to listen to your fine preformance, didn't I?" He remarked, then paused with a blink. He shook his head and chuckled. "Oi, where are my manners? The name's Tarka, Tak for short." He chimed, extending a wing in greeting. "How 'bout you?"

Sharky chuckled as he shook the wing, "Oh just call me Sharky everyone else does." He smiled broader, "After all it's me name."

Meanwhile Eggman peered into the distance at Angel island. Hopefully he could have his stealth bot there and gone before it was detected. Admittedly he had often sent eggbots or spies to the island, but this time was different. This time he wasn't after the emeralds. With ruins like that he hoped there would be some information on the list treasures or at least the clans that had once protected them. The locations would be nice, but that was likely too much to hope for.

"Nice ta meet chya!" Traka chimed. "Er, sorry if this is a rude question, but can I ask about your species? I'm not really sure,"
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Knuckles lifted an eyelid as he sensed a distant ripple. You'd have to be a Guardian to notice it; a gentle tug of alarm, resonating through his being. He barred his fangs in a growl.

Company.

He rose to his feet and shook his pelt, stalking off into the surrounding rainforest. He didn't usually like anything from the outside world coming anywhere near his secluded home, and with good reason; everybody seemed to want something from his island, be it power or riches. Sonic and Tails were probably the only exception to that, and even then, that could mean a different breed of trouble for him.

He narrowed his eyes as he began to seek out the source of said disturbance.

Sharky continued grinning though one eyebrow raised slightly, "Oh I be just an old wavedog and not much else." It wasn't a total lie. His kind had often been called wavedogs in the past. He changed the subject smoothly. "Be ye a singer me heartie? Yer voice sounds like ye could belt out a pretty good tune."

The stealth bot floated among the ruins. It was scarcely bigger than a hummingbird. Its robotic eye scanned the ruins for inscriptions. Specifically anything not echidna.

(If everyone is in agreement I will relax my limit of five posts a day for only today. I have the flu and am not up to doing much of anything else today. Hopefully the medicine kicks in soon.)

Tarka chuckled. "Hehe, I can belt out heaps of those." He remarked. "But yes, I do sing."

Sharky gestured to a chair. "Pull up a seat. Any particular style ye like to sing?"

(I don't mind. :3)

Tarka beamed and did so, sitting across from the 'wavedog'. "Oi, my favorite's prob'ly folk, but I'll sing just about anything I hear. It's a lyrebird thing; we hear somethin', we sing it. Rock, classical, k-pop, heavy metal, opera...." He paused. "....chainsaws."