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ooc: Big Grin

The sound of hunger was unmistakable as it often accompanied the title of wanderer. It was not to claim that a lone wolf could not hunt, but was simply a brand that only so much could be attained on one’s own. It was the symbol of a healthy appetite in need of a bit more than sustainable food. It was an invitation to conversation which the Nomad was more than willing to take.

Truly, the young one had been lucky in her ventures thus far. The uncouth often preyed on the weak and impressionable, especially those just embarking on their own paths through life. But as she recalled, the young one had traveled with the company of her family for a time until she chose to part from them. Perhaps her walk away was not long ago if she retained the views of luck and fortune, or perhaps her will was simply stronger to maintain it. Either way, the ancestors smiled upon the girl and the very least she could do was ensure she remained within their graces in good health.

And not only that, but to ensure she had the strength to hunt. X’yrin smiled in turn to her offer and again allowed her gaze to wander over her stark white form. It was a little difficult to tell initially, but there was muscle there beneath the volume of white. Though it was what her Shepard would have called ‘malleable’; still able to be sculpted and refined for a set purpose. But for now she was endowed with natural strength and ability. An able body to endure her travels alone. “I do appreciate your offer… but you needn’t hunt to return the favor. Unless of course you are compelled to do so.” If there was any trade to be offered, she could think of something with less effort in mind. Provided the young girl was keen on reciting the tales of her travels.

Apparently it was so as she describe an odd looking creature she had seen. It built caves out of logs? And on the water! “Is it big?” Her brows peaked in interest. “Was it far away?”

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