WC: 450
Niro was paying attention, but he knew nothing of what she said, and though it seemed heartless he wasn’t sure he cared much for it, but he would listen for he did ask and he nodded as she spoke, understanding in a way of what she meant. He smiled thinking that his own sister had come here with a dream of a fairy tale. one she soon learned wasn’t to come true. The leader didn’t fall in love with her. In fact he left all together. He couldn’t say it was the same situation, but she had come here looking for something just as this woman had.
“Yes the cold isn’t always that bad. I grew up in a warmer place than this. So this place is quite nice for me at least.
He said only before he went to speak with his companion. Marahute wasn’t just any bird to him. She was his family. He had her since she was inside her egg. Sure he stole her and he knew that she may or may not have survived in a nest of three eggs so he felt he did the right thing. She had been a part of his life for two years now and he couldn’t be any less thankful. They had a special relationship together, one that was like him with his own full blooded children. He didn’t think of his questions as orders nor did she think to question his requests. He averted his eyes as she changed. He knew many didn’t mind changing in front of anyone. Despite all his training, he knew Jiva did it as well. So he only turned back when she spoke and stumbled over her feet a little. He smiled a little and continued his own search when Marahute came back holding his belt. He grinned and wrapped it around his waist. It was full of different things. Dried food for the birds, rope, string, two knives and a few other assorted things. The only thing that was missing that he usually wore with it were his custom leather gloves, but they were with his mate. He stroked Marahute’s beak and tossed her a snack, which she took and flew to the nearest perch. He turned away and exclaimed happily as he spotted a good stury and long enough stick. One down, he was sure they could find one more. He pulled the one he found back towards the dead elk. The limbs had already been chewed stomped or just plain gone from being on the ground for so long. So he wouldn’t have to do much to any of it at all at least.
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