Bargaining

There was no need for the heavy woolen cloak in this climate, and so the nomad had stashed it away with the rest of his supplies while he investigated the surrounding areas. Dusty blond pelage blending with the surrounding arid landscape, he felt at ease plodding along. The swing of his narrow limbs and the subtle sway of his hips while he moved betrayed his arrogance, dared passersby to challenge him. He leapt over a fallen tree, exposing just a hint of his pink underbelly in the gap between his thigh and flank. Mismatched gaze trailed over the landscape, searching for something of note to draw his attention for the moment. At first, there was nothing. The idle ambiance of scrubland, dotted with massive trees and shrubs. But then- a flash of movement. A dark body, moving with a great deal of purpose. Slowly, for sure, but there was a drive behind each step that betrayed a destination.

And so, off he went. The gilded godling trotted off towards his quarry, catching the scent of blood on the breeze for just a moment before its direction shifted. Oh? Wounded and searching for cover, no doubt. Pace slowing, he shook out his silky fur to add a bit of ruffled softness to his angular form. Lowered his head from its proud carriage to a more neutral one, and let his tail droop lazily between his thighs. Casual, nonthreatening. As he drew closer to the stranger, the unique colouration of the titanic male caught his eye. Subtle streaks of blue across a raven coloured coat, and the very end of his tail notably absent. "Afternoon, love." he greeted the man with a subtle flash of teeth that barely counted as a smile. "mind if I walk with you? I'm a bit lost." the words dripped from cinnamon jaws like honey, bearing a decidedly soft inflection. Best not to push his luck with a wounded animal of any kind.

"speech!"