Tasty Treats And New Faces

Ruga wandered around the carnival, sea foam green eyes taking it all in. This was a bit too crowded of an affair for his usual tastes and the coydogs barking from their stalls to get their attention was grating on his nerves, but occasionally he'd come across a stall where they were crafting or making something with a skill he didn't often come across and that made the experience feel like it was worth it. He enjoyed seeing the craftsmen at work, making everything from treats and foods to jewelry and accessories. He unfortunately hadn't come across any other armor smiths, but perhaps he'd find one eventually.

As he was walking by one of the stands that was making pastries dusted with cinnamon and sugar, he paused to look at them with interest, but ultimately decided he'd rather move on to something else. Before he walked away though, he noticed a woman painted with earthen hues that had been standing there when he walked up and was still eyeing the treats behind the counter hungrily. He smirked a little and hesitated for a moment before finally stepping over to where she was standing, before dipping his muzzle into his satchel and pulling out a small piece of silver and handing it over to the coydog manning the booth. "Two please," he rumbled, and the smaller canine quickly complied, handing over two of the treats over the counter.

He took one for himself and passed over the other to the woman beside him, looking down at her with a friendly grin. "For you," he insisted while he enjoyed her amber gaze. "I'm Ruga by the way," he added, taking the pastry that was wrapped in a piece of paper into his satchel for later. There didn't seem to be anyone else with her and he didn't even smell a pack's scent on her so he could only assume that she was here by herself. "I think there's a spot over that way where we could sit and eat if you wanted?"

"Ruga Amanto"