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The floral scent drifted on the air before anything else, and managed to break through Drakien's concentration, causing his ears to swivel curiously atop his head. No one had come into sight, at least not directly, and he wouldn't be bothered to look around for them unless they revealed themselves to him. He continued playing the pipe gently, his fingers moving with practiced ease as he tried to pinpoint the sounds of the one who originated the smell. The second to come through was the blood, and he was briefly concerned that someone was injured, but as the small wolf came into view, he could plainly see that was not the case.
It wasn't easy to tell the blood was not the wolf's own, by any means; but the way he clutched his stomach, as if hungry, and left only the smears of blood in his fur, rather than a gaping wound in place, was more than enough to tell Drakien that the odd boy wasn't in any danger. He watched curiously as the canine came closer, finishing up his song before taking the pipe and dangling it between his upraised knees, turning to look on the boy fully.
It was only then he was completely sure it was a boy; the floral scent, not to mention the flower-covered undergarments and over-all small stature had tried to trick him into thinking otherwise, but he'd never seen a more manly woman. Then again, he'd never seen a more girly man. He held still, muscles tensed and braced for--what, he wasn't quite certain. But one didn't often encounter a blood-spattered wolf, and that usually meant they were either dying, or had just taken a life--and brutally, at that. He supposed he had a right to be wary.
A blood-stained finger pointed toward his instrument, and the child-like question was asked, just as innocent and curious as though the boy were a pup. Uneasy now, the gypsy man held it out, displaying it openly in his palm but ready to snatch it back if the fellow made a grab for it. "This is pipe. Made from reeds." He added, and then carefully rolled it between his fingers to position his hands, and gave a few demonstrative notes, just in case he'd missed how you played it during Drakien's earlier performance.
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