Talkin' to myself ain't as fun

As he listened to her compliment his choice in a prize, he glanced behind him just in time to see the last of the sun lowering past the ocean's horizon. His eyes were narrowed, and he knew this meant that his fishing was over. It was time to get what he had managed to collect back to the wolves that were holding the tournament before he missed his opportunity entirely to be accounted for.

She mentioned battle armor and he snapped his head back to her again, finally taking a good look at her body stature and composition. He hadn't really thought about that stuff since he'd come out here to the island, but now he was inspecting her thoroughly.. she did look like a warrior, now that he thought about it. She had thick fur, but he could tell there was muscle beneath there.. and perhaps not the kind that one is simply blessed with like himself, but the kind that you actually have to work for to build.

It was a lot to just assume about someone, so he didn't hang on to the thoughts of his inspection of her but he now had a spark of curiosity about her. Being around wolves that were familiar with battle, armor, and weapons seemed appealing... he knew he could use to learn a thing or two.

"A market.. like a trade?" He wondered what sort of weapons they would have there, especially if the pack she came from was more oriented around things like that. This festival on the Islands seemed much more for fun than for profit or trade.

"Any idea on what I should bring with me if I were looking for weapons?" Yes, he was definitely interested.