You hopped out of your docked boat and set about exploring the frosty island you had discovered. Iceberg Isle was what the map called this place. The local fishing communities called it just a story. And now here you were, exploring uncharted territory!

Or so you thought. Standing a few feet ahead of you was a girl, the black of her outfit making her stick out like a sore thumb. As you approached, you noticed her rather unusual features... namely her fin, hair-spots, and tail that practically screamed 'killer whale'.

"...Are you one of those humans?" she asked, breaking up the silence.

Of course, Nagi already knew the answer. She once heard of humans from the mainland long ago from her father. What was one doing on Iceberg Isle? She had come out to the shore to look for any seals or penguins and found someone that clearly wasn't her usual fare. Maybe this was her time to actually know what they tasted like. Nagi drew closer, less out of hunger and more out of curiosity.

"I'm Nagi. What's your name? ...Do humans have names?" she asked, circling around the stranger, her shoes crunching on the icy ground. "I wanna hear it before... you know. Anything messy."   Maybe it was finally time for her to put all the stuff that her uncle taught her to good use for once.