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Once upon a time Tyrian had been an adept tree climber. He'd had a snow leopard companion almost since birth and she'd taken his claws as a sign he was meant for the trees so he'd spent any a day climbing to and fro in the Range's treetops. Sadly, it wasn't meant to be. He'd gotten heavier and wider than his companion would have liked and overtime his time in the trees had dwindled. Could he still climb? Yes, he could. Was he more likely to break a branch and fall on his face than dance over the limbs like he had as a pup? Yes. It was a shame, really, as once upon a time he'd loved it.

His time in the trees was on his mind as he wandered the Orchard. There were some hefty old ones in here that he'd loved to climb once upon a time. If he was feeling really nostalgic he was willing to bet he could find the one he'd carved symbols into as a little boy. But that was a memory trip for another time, Tyrian decided, as he spotted a familiar blotchy form. He watched quietly as Hanako eyed the apples overhead, curious to find out how she'd solve this particular problem. First she swatted at the lowest fruit and missed by a lot. The second time she leaped up after it and...also missed.

Tyrian chuckled, the sound no doubt giving him away. Wordlessly he moseyed over until he was standing below the offending apple. He wasn't sure he could reach it himself; a thought he confirmed when he stood up on his hind legs and reached up with a paw. His outstretched claws barely reached it. Hm. Tyrian spared no thought or glance for Hanako while he considered the apple she wanted. A little more reach and he could get it. He jumped and with a heavy paw swatted the apple free of the branch with ease. His claws skewered the apple and kept it from flying off and as all four paws touched down again he was careful not to squash it.

With a smirk he held the skewered apple up on an outstretched palm and glanced between it and Hanako. "A gentleman would hand this over," he observed before closing his paw around it and flipping it over so it was hidden from view. "But a tradesman would want something in return." Tyrian fixed her with an impish look. "Which one do you think I am?"