She hadn't meant to interrupt and smiled in embarrassment as she accidentally cut off the other's question with an enthused one of her own. It was such a rare opportunity to be locked in pleasant conversation with another kindred spirit. Like tasting the succulent liver of a cervidae; a cherished honor to be held in high regard. The woman couldn't contain herself though her body remained calm and at ease.
The smaller female explained she was fine with the lone walk, not seeking a family but would come across one, X'yrin believed if the Fates permitted it. The lady tipped her head curiously, lush tail patting the ground habitually. There was no set family to find, but perhaps one that chanced her. X'yrin raised a paw to her head again, tapping her dome lightly then let it fall to the ground silently.
"Nomads...are... much the same," she began softly. All the while each syllable became more comprehensive, careful weaving together the words she knew to speak. Slowly but surely, she adjusted to the use of articulated sounds instead of gesture. "Our journey has been called "The Endless Walk" by our familiars, for we never stop. Though the seasons change and the lands are replenished and we return, we are forever moving, seeking out the places of our ancestors marked as important. We travel to maintain camaraderie with our neighbors and friends, but never find a land to call our own.
"Our family is with us always. The Nomads are a group of families each with their own craft and skill. And if one were to be lost, they would always find their way back to us. Our route is told only to those born of the Nomads so that a lost soul may always return."