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Wojciech (Wisent spirit guide) is visible. Jaroslaw is also present 
She'd only heard of the agriculture project a few days prior. Jaroslaw had heard word of it, of course as a farmer it was inevitable he'd be left out of the loop. He'd commented on the fact that the tribe would need to work quickly in order to have the seeds grounded in time, the season for planting had passed by, but it was doable. Io truly had no idea that Jaro knew about farming, but perhaps that was because last time Io had seen him he'd had no career track in mind and she'd left before he'd chosen one. They'd spent most of the previous days and nights catching up, apparently Galileo had also returned. But in annoyed she'd switched the conversation to something else.
The pair walked side by side quietly, the large grey pelted male dwarfing the smaller, coyote hybrid. Casting a shadow over her face. Her snowy fingers were wrapped tightly around the spear Ulilohi had gifted. Jaroslaw was already coated in dirt from his own work and Io wasn't particularly bothered about staying clean. They'd volunteered due to the availability of horses here and as a dutiful Elan Soquili she made herself abundant. Walking towards the councilwoman, both hybrid's smiled. 'Uli, good morning...' Io said gently, Jaroslaw offering a silent, but none the less polite nod of his head.