300+ A bit of PP on the hug; I can change it if you want.
Of course she was surprised to see Nayati, and it was made even more so when he exclaimed he'd come to see her. A light brightened her features at the words. It was nice to have a friend in the world; she hadn't managed to save many in her past, but hoped Nayati would be different. Though their meeting had been brief, he had fascinated her with his mannerisms and talk of the culture of the Tribe. Since that day, she'd met another member of AniWaya. It hadn't been the same as helping Nayati, but she had managed to glean information about the Great Fire. Maybe with the visit, she could learn even more.
Without thinking twice, she found herself closer to the cream-white man, wrapping him up in a brief hug. It wasn't awkward to the Latin mutt, but she knew others had boundaries not to be crossed; instead of lingering, she glancing to the pack lands behind her. "I wasn' expecting a visit, mi querido, or I'd invite you home for tea," she started, rubbing her thumb against the corner of her eye. It wasn't a good time for others to be around. The loss of Orin, the murders, the fighting. Maybe it wasn't Nayati's place to know, but she felt bad without giving an excuse. "Things are kinda bad here right now."
If she couldn't take him home for tea, she was determined to give him something for his troubles. In a stroke of genius, she turned from her friend and bounced back over to Senorita's side. The old mare gave a snuffling grunt, 'causing Krystalle to laugh, though she didn't know what it meant. Her hand dove into one of the makeshift saddlebags hung over the flanks of the paint-patterned beauty. When it returned, it clasped around a painted piece of pottery; as she returned to Nayati, something else rattled around inside.
"Came home after we met and made somethin'; maybe you wanna have it?" Fingers dove into the handmade circle vessel, returning with a small clay figure of a wolf upon a horse. Careful painting showed it to be a white male, with adornments to a thick mane and blue markings on the face and chest upon a dapple-grey steed. She'd brought something similar for Mars, though it had been a piano.
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