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Her ears twitched in reflex to sound but she could have sworn he had said something other than his more pronounced words. But she dismissed it rather suddenly, assuming that it was not as important if there was no need to repeat it. "Oh..." she spoke meekly as the large male addressed himself. "It is a pleasure to meet you Asgeir. It's rare we receive anyone needing to pass through these lands." Most often than not it was for a moment to rest and perhaps a meal before carrying on with their journeys, usually involving a skirt around the mountain. But what truly compelled her to assist the simple fact stated in his proclamation; he was a wanderer since his early seasons. Which meant he would surely have wonderful stories to tell. The ancestors knew how to make her smile all too well.
Mention of his cargo was accepted with a kind nod and prolong gaze when the spear was brought forward for examination. She was not partial to weapons herself, but this was the second time she had encountered an instrument of the like. The last time being during a spar with a very petite hybrid coyote. Hopefully he had no interest in exhibiting its capabilities while travelling across the expanse.
Patiently she waited for him to settle in his wagon but was surprised by his offer to let her join. She stared wide eyed at the wagon then at the uniquely hued male. Join him...as in ride in the wagon? There was certainly a space beside him for it and it would have been a new experience for sure. But the contraption looked odd and something about travelling by a means other than her own paws was minutely unsettling. "I...suppose. If you don't mind, sir." Again her voice was meek in the presence of the elder as she found herself accepting an offer her instinct was not keen to take. Muscle and bone soundly realigned itself accordingly, adopting a form to mirror his to try this ride on a wagon. When settled she walked over to the large wheel and used its top as a step up (after nearly slipping off of course) and carefully sat down beside him.
Oh it was a strange feeling. Not at all like lounging high up on the branch of a rest or resting on the mountain facade overlooking the land. This was a seat that 'moved', controlled not by her but the two animals harnessed to it. This was going to be interesting. "R-ready..."
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