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The merry band got closer, the cat appearing first with a mouse in its jaws before quickly disappearing again back to his...companion? Drakien wasn't quite sure what to call an animal who spoke back to him; they couldn't be a pet, that would be rather like owning another person, and while that was perfectly fine to some people, he didn't quite know how to treat such an ideal. Ah, well. The strangers were getting closer, now, and he brought the joint back to his mouth, sniffing slightly. He felt incredibly relaxed after smoking, and that was perhaps why he wasn't more cautious of meeting strangers without the caravan around him--on the road, no less, where vagabonds and highway men were abound.
The horse seemed incredibly wary of him, and Drakien made a low, soothing noise in his throat, somewhat like a whicker--a trick that Baba had taught him, when he'd followed her into the horse trade. He didn't know if it would help much, but he didn't like when horses were afraid of him, particularly when they looked so beaten up and abused. The Luperci man greeted him in return, though Drakien didn't understand what, exactly, he'd said, only gathering that it was a greeting, and continued speaking, making Drakien grin a bit. "Only out for walk, prieten. Caravan is not far," He added, in case the man got any funny ideas, though he supposed the other should be more worried about that from his end. After all, that was what they were known for, wasn't it? Some of them, at least.
Shaking his head to clear it of his confusing thoughts, he eyed the horse again, and added hesitantly, "Your horse, he is not looking so well. Too skinny." And he could see there was some sort of infection around the mouth, though he wasn't well-versed enough in diseases to tell which it was. A frown crossed his face, and he glanced curiously at the Luperci man, adding cautiously, "I have supplies I can part with, yes?" He didn't like the look of that animal, and though Baba would be upset with him for giving things away--as that was what he intended--he didn't rightly care. It was his to give, anyway.
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