03-20-2018, 10:34 AM
/looks fine to me ^^
It seemed that quite a few of the Typhoon's members mostly kept to themselves; he had yet to meet several of them, despite having spent a few days on the beaches already. While his inner nature tended towards being a loner, he had always trained and fought at the side of a group. That may not have ended well back in the desert, but one failure wasn't a reason to completely discard an approach, no matter how devastating that failure had been. More likely than not, he was going to have to assemble a squad again, or at least learn to work with the denizens of the Typhoon.
Noticing the caraval digging through the volcanic soil, however, his inclination was not to introduce himself, but rather to ask questions. It was almost certainly an attempt to "plant" something, or whatever the process was called, but he still didn't quite get the reasoning behind it. All of the nutrients that they needed to survive could be garnered from hunting prey, and they could always steal herbs and other healing supplies from other groups, or find them out in the wild.
"Uh, you're planting, correct?" the jackal asked, approaching the caraval and standing a few paw-lengths to her right. She seemed quiet, so maintaining this distance would probably allow him to hear what she was saying without accidentally harming his ruptured eardrum. After a moment, he added, "What are you planting?"
It seemed that quite a few of the Typhoon's members mostly kept to themselves; he had yet to meet several of them, despite having spent a few days on the beaches already. While his inner nature tended towards being a loner, he had always trained and fought at the side of a group. That may not have ended well back in the desert, but one failure wasn't a reason to completely discard an approach, no matter how devastating that failure had been. More likely than not, he was going to have to assemble a squad again, or at least learn to work with the denizens of the Typhoon.
Noticing the caraval digging through the volcanic soil, however, his inclination was not to introduce himself, but rather to ask questions. It was almost certainly an attempt to "plant" something, or whatever the process was called, but he still didn't quite get the reasoning behind it. All of the nutrients that they needed to survive could be garnered from hunting prey, and they could always steal herbs and other healing supplies from other groups, or find them out in the wild.
"Uh, you're planting, correct?" the jackal asked, approaching the caraval and standing a few paw-lengths to her right. She seemed quiet, so maintaining this distance would probably allow him to hear what she was saying without accidentally harming his ruptured eardrum. After a moment, he added, "What are you planting?"
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo