pounces on you | travelling merchants

[silvertides ;]

If Silvertides had been a part of the Pitt last time that Reed and Goatus had visited, then he hadn't seen them. This wasn't particularly surprising, considering the fact that the fox had a bad habit of hiding himself away in his burrow for days at a time, not talking to anybody else and just enjoying his books and experiments. He had been doing that practically since the day he had first decided to join The Pitt, and he had only recently been coaxed out of this habit by none other than a Typhooner, desperately searching for help. Ever since that day, Silver had been making more of an effort to get out more often, mainly for the sake of the boy he had helped, Roan. Seeing as the little apprentice still smelled strongly of the Typhoon, he practically had a target painted on his back for some of the... less tolerable members of the Pitt, so Silver knew that he needed to keep a watchful eye. Beyond this, Silvertides had honestly just... begun to get lonely. His introverted nature made it so that he didn't mind being cooped up by himself too much, but anyone would go crazy without a little bit of contact with the outside world, and that had been becoming more and more clear to him as of late.

The strange unfamiliar scent of Reed and Goatus outside of his burrow had been enough to pique Silver's interest, but it wasn't until Reed spoke that it was enough to actually draw the strangely colored fox out. He harrumphed a bit to himself before he shoved the book he had been reading to the side, his collar bouncing against his fluffy chest as he headed upwards, towards the border between desert and jungle. He blinked at Goatus in surprise for a moment, having not been expecting to see the large wooly creature, but before long his attention was on the one who had spoken – Reed. He had talked about bartering, trading, and... requests. Silver couldn't help but be curious about what the two could've had hidden away in their supplies. Perhaps human items? Silv loved human artifacts, especially those related to the superheroes that he had learned them to be so fond of. Excitement filling him, the fox moved over beside Mercede, pawing at the ground awkwardly before he spoke, "H... Hello there. You say you've got things to trade, right...? You got any... human stuff? Comic books, maybe?" It was doubtful that the merchants would have what he was looking for, and even more doubtful that they'd have anything that he hadn't already scavenged in his last trip to an abandoned old comic shop, but it was worth a shot.