T-I-SINGLE-GUH-ER
12-29-2015, 06:11 PM
Olafur's eyes narrowed as the tiger somehow managed to track his movements through the trees even though he was careful to hide himself until the very end. It made him trust the cat even less. How on earth did he just know? He was being so quiet, so stealthy. The cat's ability to find him confirmed one thing: Odysseus was so dead. Odysseus' ears pricked forward at the mention of a trade. That was a good idea. He did much of his own hunting so that wasn't something he was really in need of...but a favor? The ability to sic a tiger on his enemy? That was a lovely idea. "I don't currently have any enemies, but if you find my" - there was no way he'd be able to get Olafur out of the tree to help - "services worth it, the promise of aid against an enemy should I ever need it sounds like a generous trade." His eyes sought out the wound again as he waited for a response. He was making a mental checklist of what all it needed. Certainly something to help with infection, that was for sure. All things considered it didn't look too bad. Odysseus was certain he would have no trouble patching the cat up. |