YOUNG BLOOD / JOINING

[VANDAL R.]

Vandal watches the entire conversation unfold with increasing interest directed, mostly, towards the bear who seems to be speaking one and acting the complete opposite - although she does pick up on the common theme of 'food' and 'fish', something that the Typhoon are slowly starting to recover in multitudes. She's confident that they can probably sate his ravenous appetite any day of the week, so long as he uses his size to offer additional protection. Trade for a trade. They may be labelled as a group of 'savages' by some but that doesn't mean they'll let just anyone into their ranks.

"Eh, fish? We've got loads for you. Y'wanna ride him, Aita, right?" Vandal stretches her wings at the thought of what she's about to do later on in the day - fishing, she loves fishing, she loves hunting, she loves being able to bring down her prey and bring them back for something good. Whether it's bringing them to the tavern for a good bite to eat or giving them to a bear to give her niece a ride, a fair exchange is a fair exchange. "Great. You can expect a bucket of 'em by sundown. All salmon. Ya like salmon, right?"