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It was a secret that only a pawful knew, just how partial the female was to wanderers. It was not just because they had experienced the unknown and endured the elemental trials of nature... but because they were bond to have stories to stare. And nothing pleased a Nomad's ear more than tales of distant places. Even insight into another's culture was a fine treat a Nomad would look forward to, because it offered them something different to hear, something new to envision and instilled within them a desire to see or experience the tale for themselves.
How lucky she was!
"Wanderer..." she voiced thoughtfully with tail fanning the air excitedly. "Then truly it is a pleasure to meet you Tyler Ennis." How the young female spoke was endearing to the Nomad's ears even if her accent could not quite be placed. Never the less, it broadened her smile and a bubbling sensation began to surface. She giggled much like a pup would at a joke heard for the first time. Gradually the giddy spell dissipated but the smile lingered on her muzzle. "You must know better than most how perilous traveling alone came be... as well as how taxing it can be." With a nod of her muzzle, she gestured toward Tyler's stomach. "By chance, are you hungry? It is not everyday a wanderer comes to our borders..."
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