Carrion's eyes snapped open once he scented the other male. Obviously he wasn't looking for trouble, else he wouldn't have come from upwind. His hands continued beating out a more basic rhythm, their owner distracted by the approach of the Cercatori coywolf. When he could see Bangle from the corner of his eye, his hands slowed, in case he had something to say. At the greeting, he turned his head, hands stopping to rest on the hide tops of the drums. He flicked a pierced ear in greeting and nodded to him. He smiled at the other's light-hearted way of talking. I'm not drumming up the sun... Just honoring the spirits that raise her to her seat. Words straight out of the mouth of the medicine woman who taught him about the spirits originally. His fingers drummed out a quick rattle as the other male continued his approach. He looked him over, admiring the mask he carried, the colors he wore, the staff he carried. What brings you here... Friend?
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