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The actions regarding her involvement were indeed mixed but mainly on the part of the female pup and her little ‘horse’. The Nomad was surprised to see the little one jump to the defense of the cria now named Whisper and couldn’t have been more lost as to how this bond was fashioned between the two. Clearly she had missed something extraordinary, but for the sake of the pup and by the words of the present Yakuso the she-wolf relaxed her protective stance and took to wandering idly as she pondered on a method to collect their escaped livestock.
Upon hearing the successful capture of two of their stock (as well as the appropriate calling of the beasts) she turned to the hybrid mother with ears perked in intrigue. “How should we go about collecting the others? Herd them?” she inquired, but with an irrefutable tinge of disdain on her tongue. She did not like the idea of having to corral the beasts when crippling them and making a meal out of them would have served a more satisfying means to an end. The llama’s had already scattered themselves making delectable challenges for the chase. Would it have been terrible just to make a hunt of them then, instead of wasting their precious energy only to re-fence them?
X’yrin looked to her mate, observing his muzzle still clung to by the defensive gunk of the llama. She needn’t be next to him to smell odiferous rank of their mucus. True to his words, it was vile. They issued that gunk on a whim? Her nose wrinkled with disgust as she comically inched away from her victimized mate. Really, could they eat them instead? She desperately wanted to ask the immediate consensus. What other purpose than meat did the llamas serve other than remaining on display in their pens? Or it simply could have been her appetite wanting for its voice to be heard.