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Itachi Lykoi · 07-21-2012, 04:38 AM

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No words rose in continuous questioning as he gave his somewhat short clipped answers. However, as soon as his voice finished, she seemed somewhat satisfied – for now, at least. Her muzzle bobbed in respect, and his own, narrow somewhat copied that motion, though it was more a move of acknowledgement. Although he pondered if he one day was to reach for a position as a Salsolan scout, he wasn’t extremely gossipy, himself. Perhaps this could prove to be a problem – perhaps it was something he should consider; using knowledge to trade for news and secrets for others. That would be a dangerous task, considering Salsola’s secretive ways. It would be easy to overstep boundaries.

The male was pleased that she didn’t ask for more. The yellow female held out the rabbit and judged his answers as useful. Very well – he supposed he was glad to be of service. White-golden hands reached out in response and took over the slight weight, only with some natural clumsiness, as the Lykoi had never held an actual live animal before in such a way. Instinct wanted his sharp nailed fingers to curl and rip through the soft fur, but it was simple to resist such primitive urges.

And it was at this point the Salsolan realized that it was not ridiculous amounts of fat that made up for the bunny’s unnatural size; it was pregnant. His stone mask was not moved by this, but inwardly, he was positively surprised. It gave him the feeling of having negotiated his way to a good deal. He didn’t know if it was true, and frankly, nor did he care. The price he had paid for the animal was acceptable to him, and therefore he would not consider it overprized. ”I’m grateful,” his voice said, relaxed sunset eyes lifting to hers after cruising the rabbit for a few moments.

”I bid you a kind farewell, Amy Sunders,” the man finished, underlining his desire to end their interaction. The animal was carefully, yet firmly cradled in his arms, and he somewhat dreaded the possibility that he managed to lose his grip and have it flee before he got home. Rabbits were not made to rest motionless in the arms of creatures that considered it food. His scarlet eyes watched her only a moment longer before he turned to pace away from her wagon. Perhaps another would have issue with the woman staying at this location (he didn’t know if she was moving on or staying the night), but he wasn’t one to stir up trouble. He didn’t have the power to allow traders sanctuary, but he didn’t find any solid reason for why he should be chasing this one away either.

Now, he knew of a certain, silvery creature back home that was likely to cry in joy once she realized what her companion returned home with.

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