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Sota

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07-07-2019, 02:37 PM (This post was last modified: 07-07-2019, 02:37 PM by Sota.)

Asking for any sort of help was something Sota was wildly unused to... and he hoped he could somehow frame this favor as more of a mutually beneficial exchange. Surely if she helped free Balsam, Balsam could help come up with some means of repaying her? While the Songa could be selfish, they were honorable, at least when it came to their own rules... and Sota had no doubt that Balsam would make sure any friend of his, a friend who had helped untangle him from this giant mess, would be well taken care of.

He breathed a sigh as he veered between the mangrove trees, waiting for her to answer his call. Who knew if she'd even bother? She'd seemed sweet enough, and in a way he'd felt like they'd been kindred spirits of sorts... but she owed him nothing and he knew it was as likely she didn't show up at all. But still, he was hopeful, because he had to be. Leaving Balsam to be sold as a prisoner simply wasn't an option. If he couldn't recruit help to save him, he'd have to rethink his plans entirely. He surpassed Valkyrie in speed and tree-climbing abilities, surely, even if she was leagues stronger than him... perhaps he could sneak in and find a way to free his friend?

Luckily for him, she didn't take long for Eris to answer her call, and before long she was loping in, panting and... with an animal clinging to her neck. He cast the creature a curious look before returning his attention to Eris, hurrying to lower his head in a respectful bow. "Eris," he greeted her. He truly was glad to see her again, despite the circumstances, and he allowed a small grin to sneak across his muzzle. "I - I'm sorry to call you like this," he started, sounding a bit nervous as he lifted his head, shifting his weight from one side of his body to the other. "My friend - Balsam, the one who I came here to chase after - he's been taken. By a woman who intends to sell him. And.. I have nothing to offer him," he concluded, sounding slightly defeated, despite his best efforts not to. "I think.. I need help. I don't think I can do this alone."