Thank-you!
Hrafn explored through the next cabin, the other male now forgotten as he began to search through a chest. It was filled with mostly junk and rubble; a torn doll, rocks and dusty blankets. But the chest itself was a prize in itself for he could use it to store his tools, yet another thing he would request of Eris and the brown agouti male hoped he would not overstep his boundaries in doing so.
Leaving the building, checking another thing off of his mental list, he noticed a short female approaching him purposefully, her vibrant fur and hair intriguing the sheltered male for he had never seen anything of its like and her eyes... His own icy blue were nothing in comparison to her fiery red gaze. Hrafn offered a tentative smile, hooking his thumb through the cord of his bow in a habitual manner. When she spoke though his smile vanished, ears flexing back instinctively from the brazenness of her words. "Hrafn," he answered—pronouncing it RAH-vn—for that was who he was, tapping the fingers of his other hand against his thigh, a nervous tick.
"'m looking for supplies. Open up shop 'n make things for family." He explained in his broken speech, still not used to talking so often after so many months in solitude.
"That other one," he said, clearly meaning Khirot, "said I couldn't have." Hrafn explained looking towards the fallen axe on the ground a few paces away and motioning to it with his free hand. "Could ask you permission, could ask Eris." Either way he would get an axe and his supplies, whether he would have to collect the materials himself and shape them by hand or gain them through trade. Smiling again because he was never really in a foul mood to begin with he swayed an ear forward, scratching at the white patch just below his chin.
"Who're you?" He asked, thinking it only fair that he got to ask some questions for once.