[/html]He was a bit awkward as she giggled at his actions. Oak brought his hand to his side, and gave a bit of a grin as reply to her gesture. There was no instinct that told him how to react to such a greeting, and he did his best, smiling all the while.
Blue gaze watched her, moving slowly and it was gentle enough not to be called a stare. She looked at him just the same, taking in his features as he did hers. Her figure was more of a doggish pose then that of his wolf blood. Folded tipped ears and a merle collie coat, she was interesting and speckled and her eyes distinct.
She spoke of Cercatori d'Arte, and the pack seemed to be a good fit for a northern neighbor of the Dreamers. They were welcoming, and if they needed to trade there seemed to be enough various in their stock to help if they needed it. He shook his head, No, we have a few goats and llamas. But that is all. they had yet to find use for the livestock, the goats more like residents and the llamas the pets of his sister and her mate. Their ways and culture gave them food for hungry bellies, and a safe place to raise their litters. It was a simple living.
His brows rose slightly as she added an excited note about a boat. Yes, I do! Oak replied, his smile widening.
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