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It was like she hadn’t left at all. The paths through the market were still bustling and patrons and vendors alike were bartering with no signs of reasons. The pack inspired events were still underway as far as she cared to notice, and though the events yet to be experienced were enticing to say the least, the Nomad was more compelled to remain on the track she travelled. Veering would have only postponed her returned to Ichika and in its present state it was better than she did not stray by the lure of these distractions.
For the return journey she travelled considerably light with only her finest furs hanging in display across her shoulders and her protective companion on her opposite side. The owl acted as a scout as they travelled giving the opportunity for his companion to search through the ground for potential wares while he scoured the many unfamiliar faces for signs of threat. But with so many contorted in frustration and anger, it was difficult to tell who was truly with mischievous intent and who felt like they were on the bad end of a deal. Suffice it to say, her large Eurasian friend was perpetually on edge.
However an odd sound swiveled his head around to a wagon hosting a line of chickens as well as a various assortment of other tradable goods. But his eyes did not linger on the unique supplies, but the clucking fodder themselves. And they certainly looked delicious. His talons released from his perch as his great wings unfurled with haste. X’yrin had just a moment to pull herself away from the crowded ‘street’ in time to his direction of flight. A well placed sense of dread befell her and with quick stride, the female followed and whined sharply for her companion to return. When she saw the chickens she then understood what had him excited and in truth couldn’t blame him. But they were not free game and most likely up for trade. Last they needed was to involve themselves in an unpleasant engagement for killing off merchandise.
Instead of returning as he was commanded, the large bird swept down from his predatory height to settle on the rim of the wagon to wait his handler’s approach. His head swayed rhythmically left then right as he surveyed the delectable morsels tethered together like easy game, and ignored the red maned female all together. His head did not such much as turn toward the panicked she-wolf and she neared with numerous apologies for his conduct. “Miss, I am sorry,” X’yrin bowed her head humbly when she neared both female and wagon. “I hope he hasn’t caused you too much trouble. He hasn’t distressed your…goods… has he?” She didn’t know how else to describe the chickens, and certainly hoped they were indeed items of trade and not some new take on a companion animal.
“Here,” she held out her free arm and gestured with a claw for the nuisance of a bird to return. He did so reluctantly, making a show of his speckled wings before he again came to rest on her shoulder.