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The near unconscious movement of his hand, knife gripped only loosely between his fingers, moving across the wooden sheet was something as calming and relaxing as his morning ritual. Since he'd returned to Ichika, emaciated and exhausted at just six months old, the youth had gotten into a repetitive routine that started with his rising early and heading to whatever water source was close by and bathing until he felt he were clean enough. This would be followed by roughly an hour long run, often encompassing large sections of the borders as a patrol. While he wasn't an overly paranoid male, he'd always felt the need to check the borders regularly, repairing anything that was broken and ensuring that there were no foreign scents lacing the lines of scent that had already been laid down. He hadn't ever encountered anyone in this manner and the male would return home with a clear head and some sort of plan for the day. The rhythmatic slap of his paws on the ground were a good soothing sound to empty his mind of all and any thoughts that might have plagued him in the night or the previous day. While the wood carving did not have the same effect, it was similar to this morning ritual that he enjoyed most about it.


His mind was in many places at once and as he spoke about the blood poisoning she asked about, he could see her ears swivelling back and forward as she absorbed everything he was saying. It was good for him to have such an attentive listener, even if the knowledge was more for her benefit that it was for his. The herbs that this knowledge bought would run out eventually, whereas the knowledge on treating blood poisoning would last the female a lifetime. He was also a little wary of the favour he owed her and wondered on what terms this 'favour' could be 'cashed in' so it would seem. He had no idea what she would want of him, nor was he really excited about being in debt to another. Still, the stallion that stood placidly close by was worth an unknown favour at the time of her choosing, especially since he really only paid a bear pelt for him. Deft fingers brushed away the wood shavings that gathered around him before her words caused him to look up, a questioning look on his face. He decided that she was just curious about his pack, nothing suspicious about it.



"No, and I'm fairly certain that none can speak to spirits. Spiritual does not necessarily mean talking to spirits- being spiritual means that you believe in some kind of path that your life is on, that there is a higher purpose and that the actions you commit whilst on earth will have consequences in whatever else it out there. Either way, Ichika does not have a set religion and we are free to believe whatever we wish."


He said firmly, knowing that she wasn't the first to assume that the pack were just a bunch of hippies who contacted the spirits. He was fairly certain that there wasn't one member of the pack who could contact anything other than the living, breathing world around them and therefore her assumption irritated him slightly. Still, he was here to trade with her and he wouldn't offend her. "What about you? Are you religious?" He asked, his knife moving towards the top of the wooden slate so that he could carve out the underbelly of the Arctic, almost connected to the top of Alaska. He had only another few minutes before he would complete the map. It seemed she'd gathered the rest of the supplies as he'd spoken and Saul silently inspected the three small piles that would be useful to him in the long run. He would have preferred the whole witchhazel plant, but he was pleased to see she'd left the roots in and he would be able to replant that flowers when he returned to Ichika.


"Where do you come from? You're not from a pack around here are you?" He asked, curious as to where this female had come from. She seemed a strange one, although Saul never liked to judge others from the first meeting. Of course, he doubted he would be seeing Amy again after this meeting, so perhaps he wouldnt have any other experiances to base his opinion on.

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