Leaving Inferni was strange, and Columbine wasn't quite sure he liked it. Regardless, the ashen male left out of pure necessity, acknowledging that he needed to find a trader, somewhere, who might have some of the goods he needed. The hybrid male had noticed that many of the coyotes in the clan rode horses - most of them, to his knowledge - and he was not particularly fond of being behind the times. Even if he wasn't quite the best rider in the entire world, the male had done so a few times in his childhood. Plus, it would be easier to patrol the borders that way, and vastly more intimidating. Columbine liked the idea of being larger than life.
He knew, however, any horse of value would come with a price. He'd spent several days hunting like a mad man, and he was exhausted. But the fruits of his labor paid off; Columbine dragged with him a large buck and a smaller doe, as well as a wide array of rabbits and other small woodland creatures. For a trader looking to not waste his or her time with food, this would be ideal - for Columbine, at least, this would last him a moon. The Inferni man would have cooked it if he had the foresight, but to him the idea of cooked food was just ridiculous. Columbine preferred his raw. Regardless, if the trader insisted, he supposed it could be arranged over a crackling fire if she had an adequate horse.
Luckily, it did not take him long to come across a caravan. No indicator of excitement passed across his face; this was merely a business deal. Raising his forearm, the male shouted Ho! in greeting. He walked tall and erect, not inclined to show any submission to any sort of trader. She was providing him a good- and it was a she, he noticed this now - and therefore he would conduct himself in such a manner as to indicate his dominance.
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