05-05-2021, 12:01 AM
It has been time for yet another patrol, this one by flight once again. The hybrid scouted the area below as he flew through the sky, wind ruffling his fur. His gaze narrowed in on a cloak covered body, throwing the hybrid into overdrive as caution snaked through hun. He lowered himself to the ground, padding closer to the small figure when it finally spoke up with a question. “I’m Kainan, Spirit Watcher of the Tribe of the Molten Spirits,” he answered, tone neutral but wary.
“What business do you have with the Tribe?” He would then ask, narrowing his gaze at the basket that was in front of the figure. His mouth watered and the savory smell that circled and curled around the basket, tempting the hybrid to draw closer and snatch whatever good laid in wait. He quickly snapped himself from whatever trance he had been lured into, focusing his attention back on Arvid.
“What business do you have with the Tribe?” He would then ask, narrowing his gaze at the basket that was in front of the figure. His mouth watered and the savory smell that circled and curled around the basket, tempting the hybrid to draw closer and snatch whatever good laid in wait. He quickly snapped himself from whatever trance he had been lured into, focusing his attention back on Arvid.