Momentos a'plenty

Armando had been snuffling along in the bushes after a cricket when the clinking baubles on a nearby wolf's wrist grabbed his attention. Thus began his investigations to determine whether or not the giant and his pretty bracelets were worth pursuing. He watched as the wolf tossed rock after rock aside, and after observing the colorful beast chomping on a particularly large one he decided that this was precisely the moment he'd been waiting for all night. A rock eater was exactly the kind of beast the little grifter lived for. Armando wasn't put off by his size, either. He wouldn't have wanted this to be too easy.

Now, how to go about this...

The beast seemed to be looking for something. The way he examined the stones gave Armando a framework for what he needed to do. But what in particular was he looking for? That was the tricky part. Even if he didn't have to figure it out he needed to word what he said in such a way so as the convince the beast he had the answers.

Absently Armando reached out, snatched up the cricket, and tossed it into his mouth. Then, with a bit of swagger he didn't deserve, he strolled brazenly up to Artisan and flopped down on his rump beside him. There was a very good chance the beast would try to munch him so Armando was prepared to run even though he appeared relaxed. Dogs were tricky. "You're going about it the wrong way, you know."