The trees here were more evenly spaced out than anywhere else the tuxedo man had gone, which was a very good sign for the varnish roan Appaloosa that he sat astride. Adonvdo had no complaints, obviously, to travelling in the forest, and Dohi allowed the horse to take him where it would. He himself was locked in quiet conversation with Nvwadohiyadv, who was insisting that his method of walking aimlessly around and talking to every native of the area he could find was going to get all three of them obliterated. Her belief was that violence had to be balanced with peace if anything was to get done.
Nawa, this isn't war. We will not cause it. The osprey spirit, however, wanted to hear nothing of it; she departed the scene in the most haughty manner should could attain, leaving the Luperci to pat the horse's thick neck. It went on like this for some time, him gently shifting from side to side as the animal walked, feeling as natural as if this was his lifestyle, until the horse had stopped inexplicably.
Dohi slid off the bare back of his mount and made his way around to the beast's head and there, he was surprised to see, was a Luperci sitting against a tree with the contents of a sack spread out on the ground. The bi-toned AniWayan's ears lifted at the groan, and he sat down easily at the top of the slope that he presumed the wolf had fallen from, and he asked quite quietly, do you need any help?