[glow=#000,1,400]I WISH I COULD ESCAPE, I DON'T WANNA FAKE IT ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
The monstrous beast had stopped the group for a break seeing as his own paws were starting to ache quite a bit from traveling. He could hear the heavy pants of the smaller creatures seeing as someone like him covered a lot more range due to his size but even then he couldn't hurry on ahead when it was him that was leading them to their new home. He had already taken a seat curling his tail around his forepaws, he lowered his head slightly trying to tune out the speaking amongst the group but the smell of something sweet snapped him out of his small break. Something about pancakes. What were pancakes? Kliment felt a tinge of embarrassment for being quite dumb for not having the basic knowledge of certain foods that some of his clanmates seemed to really like eating or to make for a quick meal. His diet had consisted mainly of meat and often he didn't find fresh pieces of it so he often found himself eating already rotting carcasses with flies already taking leave after they've left a clutch of maggots to nest and embed themselves into the rotting flesh. Thankfully being half komodo dragon helped Kliment digest something quite as gruesome as a rotting carcass even if it ruined his tastebuds quite a bit. He approached Myhri with his long ears perked upwards to look down at the canine only to ask with a soft grumble "WHAT ARE PANCAKES? ARE THEY GOOD?" His nose began to twitch wildly feeling the roof of his mouth salivate from the mere smell of these pancakes, they smelt good but he was still cautious of accepting any form of food from anyone. One could easily poison him without much thought. [glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]