With a quiet hiss, Thassa presses her nose into Fava's slim green chest. Yes, he's sturdy, but she won't admit that to him. She likes his warmth, but she won't admit that either. She only holds this position a few long moments. "...I do not need catching; I have no need for feet. ...I do not like it down here, though; there are too many pokemon." She draws herself back now, lifting her head so that she can see - and so that she doesn't seem like she's trying to hide, even though she stays behind Favlev for the moment. "I can taste each and every one of them and I have an unpleasant suspicion that there is a grimer nearby." She pulls a face to express her distaste, and follows after the chikorita after he offers his help to this growlithe.

"...It's not very big." Says the serpent rather skeptically, leaning up over Favlev to examine the hound. The pungent scent of wet dog is a heavy one, sticking to the back of her throat and the roof of her mouth now that she's close, and... as a predator, the odor is simply intoxicating. Her gaze reflects this, and those dark red eyes rest on his. Her gaze doesn't waver, and she doesn't blink. It's the look of a creature that has [i]never[/i] blinked.
...She doesn't even [i]have[/i] eyelids. 

At long length, without breaking that long gaze and certainly without relaxing her looming posture, the larger serpent addresses him directly. "...What is your name?"