[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: verdana;"]They require nothing. The clan is so pitiful in its ranks that it cannot choose a skilled healer from their own? They look to Sunhaven for advice when they specialized in economics, not medicine? (This is partially a lie. Jericho has only ever offered herbs to clans in need of battle assistance - but that did not make them medics at heart, only pacifists. Or, simply tentative beings unprepared to make enemies so soon.)
Samuel watches. It is, of course, what he does best - observation is key to understanding, he knows, and by the look of it not many of his clanmates appear pleased by the request. If the Pitt is their enemy, they would not be standing upon their land; part of him wonders why Jericho would allow peace with this group if so many view them with derision. Part of him wants to know what they're hiding.
"I will go." The response leaves him before the rest of his body follows; Samuel speaks, smooth and quick over the questioning voices of his peers, and then he moves forward, approaching Esklav and Melantha with a neutrality about him that the others preferred not to share. He wanted to visit the Pitt, not for their request, but for the sake of seeing these other groups which he's so dutifully ignored. It would be a worthwhile trip, if not for the medical experience, but for comprehension as to why his clanmates seemed so bothered by so simple a request - and to find who else, exactly, lurked beyond the mountains which had shielded them so well.
His face lifts, some attempt at a more comfortable posture. In reality he is scenting the air, because something is off, he knows the smell on the others' pelts and the memory in his senses rouses anger, rouses bitterness that he cannot quell - he thinks of bloody bile, he thinks of amniotic fluid. In a flick of his tail, he dismisses the thought for later. It was better, maybe, to return to the Pitt's territory with them before he said anything of risk, anything that would start unnecessary drama among his clanmates when he very well could be wrong. "That is, of course, if Jericho is willing to approve of your request." A smile.
He knows that Esklav has been here before. But he will accuse nothing of the sort.
/ psst im only going off of the fact that animals can identify each other by their individual scents and hormones but if esk used manipulation or anything to hide that he visited w stella lmk and ill change this lmao
Samuel watches. It is, of course, what he does best - observation is key to understanding, he knows, and by the look of it not many of his clanmates appear pleased by the request. If the Pitt is their enemy, they would not be standing upon their land; part of him wonders why Jericho would allow peace with this group if so many view them with derision. Part of him wants to know what they're hiding.
"I will go." The response leaves him before the rest of his body follows; Samuel speaks, smooth and quick over the questioning voices of his peers, and then he moves forward, approaching Esklav and Melantha with a neutrality about him that the others preferred not to share. He wanted to visit the Pitt, not for their request, but for the sake of seeing these other groups which he's so dutifully ignored. It would be a worthwhile trip, if not for the medical experience, but for comprehension as to why his clanmates seemed so bothered by so simple a request - and to find who else, exactly, lurked beyond the mountains which had shielded them so well.
His face lifts, some attempt at a more comfortable posture. In reality he is scenting the air, because something is off, he knows the smell on the others' pelts and the memory in his senses rouses anger, rouses bitterness that he cannot quell - he thinks of bloody bile, he thinks of amniotic fluid. In a flick of his tail, he dismisses the thought for later. It was better, maybe, to return to the Pitt's territory with them before he said anything of risk, anything that would start unnecessary drama among his clanmates when he very well could be wrong. "That is, of course, if Jericho is willing to approve of your request." A smile.
He knows that Esklav has been here before. But he will accuse nothing of the sort.
/ psst im only going off of the fact that animals can identify each other by their individual scents and hormones but if esk used manipulation or anything to hide that he visited w stella lmk and ill change this lmao
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