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Talk of this odd creature only increased the Nomad’s want to see it for herself. Its description alone made it something of interest if only to have a gander at an oddity of the world and perhaps take a sample of its hide and tail. And the noise it apparently made did not discourage her in the slightest. It only added to the appeal of something so strange; she wanted to see this creature for herself. But where to go about finding it…

A lake seemed a appropriate place for a creature that built its cave on the water, but the Issor had yet to see another resembling that description on or near the Adlarto’K. “Perhaps in due time something of that description will come to our lake. Or perhaps the rivers, since it makes it cave on the water.” An ear twitched thoughtfully. “If it was not long since you saw it last, perhaps it will not be too late for one to wander into our midst. It certainly sounds like something worth seeing.” And perhaps worth coveting when it was at last seen by her own amber eyes. But she could dream for the moment, though dreams were better had when stomachs were full and content. Her offer for food was still valid despite the pleasant distraction and as a reminder to it, she beaconed across the border with a generous sweep of her tail.

Trusting the young lady to follow, she padded off toward a known resource of stored meats carefully preserved for such times of offer like these. She maintained a leisurely trot to ensure her guest was able to follow, occasionally looking over her shoulder to make certain. “Please tell me Tyler,” the woman piped up, resuming her casual line of questioning. “You said you traveled with your father and brother. Were you all a part of a Family-a pack before then?”

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