I Like To Move It, Move It.

Killian marched on with ease. If he ever felt strain he would slow to stretch out a limb or take a few breaths but all in all the load wasn't much to bear. He felt pleased to assist in any way he could, especially when it came to beautiful femmes. One could say he had a soft spot for good lookers and he seemed to shamelessly admire the fae before him. Back home he was never one to stray from flirtations but there weren't many female's that weren't already mated off. Now that he was in a new world he was ready to have a bit of fun.

The male was not piggish with his gaze. He remained respectful of the stranger despite flashing her a gentle glance of admiration from now and again. As she spoke his supple ocean blue eyes took in her own gaze but returned to the land ahead to ensure he wasn't aimlessly marching into a tree. "Yes, the gal with horns." His eyes went slightly wide as if to represent his everlasting wonder. Never before her had he seen a Wolf with horns. But, since joining Ashen he had witnessed some fangs and cat claws alike. It seemed to him Boreas was littered with an odd amount of mutants. But, he would never judge them for it. Kill was pretty accepting of all shapes and sizes.

As she explained what the supplies consisted of Killian offered the she-wolf a nod. He wondered if maybe this Deathbelle was at the end of this journey. Would he finally meet the Empress everyone fawned over? 'Was she truly so wonderful?' He already had rather high expectations of her and perhaps his efforts of pulling the packed carriage a few times would expose his willingness to work for her grand Empire. Some brownie points were always appreciated. "A noble effort." The brute flashed the babe a quick grin, "What were you going to do if I hadn't shown up?" Not to imply she wouldn't have figured it out. But, he was merely curious as to what her plan was.