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Sota watched with slightly narrowed eyes, not bothering to conceal his interest. His people were a sneaky lot, but luckily not everyone he'd met was quite as secretive. Domari continued to work without concealing what he was doing, and so until he was requested to leave the tiny wolf would watch and soak in whatever knowledge he could gain from this stranger. It could always prove useful to him later. He seemed quite skilled, Sota could tell that much. "It's a pleasure, Domari," Sota beamed at him gladly as he drew a few steps closer. Whatever he was doing with the hides was quite unlike the normally chaotic mess of tearing into a pelt just to consume the meat underneath.

"I don't really live in one place in particular. I'm more of a nomad, I'm afraid." He'd never really settled down in one place - he was apt to go wherever his group did, and in this case that group consisted of his newest companions, Eris and Oxide and Casper. They'd briefly discussed settling somewhere more permanently for the benefit of Casper, but it would take a very particular place to earn that sort of consideration from them. "Raccoon guts aren't too bad. Bit chewy, but it's not bad," he admitted. Due to his size, he was much more likely to go after small prey animals - he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten something like deer! It wasn't exactly an easy feat for the Songa. Even going after birds was more common for him and his people. "What's it that you're making, anyway? If you don't mind me asking," he added quickly, only finding it polite, as he slowly reclined to his haunches on a dry patch of earth nearby.