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AH! IT'S A ZOMBIE! -shoots Shaw- Just kidding. <3 Continuing to lose his own body in the music, the craftsman began to sway lightly, large ears flicking towards the stranger as he spoke. "A writer 'n a singer, are yeh? Yeh don' see tha' everyday.." He nodded reassuringly, muttering the last few words under his breath is a playful, sarcastic tone. There were a handful of singers and writers in Cercatori as it were, but it never hurt to add another - especially when this male had knowledge of herbs, possibly for medicinal use, and such information was useful for the pack (especially lately), as well as getting along with the pack's healer, Sky. The final thought led to Shawchert appearing on the scene, and Bangle offered a friendly grin towards the tall captain. "'Elo, friend!" The coywolf piped up, a cheery disposition in contrast to the beaten up leader that now moved to stand next to the lute player. With the coyote mix sitting down, Shaw towered over Bangle, but it didn't bother the craftsman much. It was surprising enough to see him walking about, still greeting newcomers despite his bruised heart and his beaten countenance. Eyes moved from the giant male back to the stranger and his son, the loud tune from his instrument now nothing but soft background music to the idle chatter of the four figures. |