linger longer / dual joining

[Stryker]

[align=center][div style="width: 60%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10.2pt; font-family: arial;"][glow=#000,2,300]☣ —[/glow] Stryker was the first to see the two within the distant. Noting that they were together, he figured they were either merchants or from another clan with a message, but he smelled no particular scent on either figure. Strange, but not truly abnormal. After all, there were new groups popping up all over the place. Perhaps this was the fabled Recondite Realm? Nevertheless, he doubted that. There was one with a backpack with a smaller animal within it (a slave per say?). Both were skinny, obviously thirsty and hungry. The desert must of obviously not benefited them, but Stryker still wasn't sure on their motive. Curious, the ardent approached.

Emerging into view, the lion let out a short snort. "We're friendly until we're bothered," he commented slyly. Whatever bothered meant in particular to him was up to how he felt. Some days the littlest things could piss him off, while others he could barely give a shit. Perks of being a leader is that either way, he didn't have to deal with his minor problems directly and place them onto others. Besides that, everything personal to him could be handled by himself. This, to him, was something that could of been handled by someone else. Seeing that he was out and about though, the unwilling lion took it upon himself to do the task. "I'm sure you're here for a reason though," Stryker continued. His eyes glazed over Cinnamon shortly. Odd. Neon eyes quickly returned to the other two before him, exchanging glances between each. "Care to explain, sweethearts?"