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He nodded. "Yes, mangoes are pretty good when they're ripe. I've been trying to grow some in Avalon, but I don't think I have it quite right yet." He snorted softly, rolling his shoulders to a shrug. "Truth be told, I am probably not that good of a gardener." Facts. He was a watchman. He guarded Avalon's herds and protected them from would-be thieves. Or tried to, anyway. He hadn't been able to when the viking raiders came and stole some of the sheep that he'd grown so fond of, but there was nothing he could do about it now. He just hoped they were alive and well, or at the very least, put out quickly.

He returned his focus back to the she-wolf, curious about her and what she was doing on the island. "By the way, what brought you out to this side of the island? The water was no easy feat, I'm sure. It's cold, even for me." He was a strong swimmer, sure. He was a creature born and raised in the deserts and mountains, so he was well suited to the western part of Boreas. The island, while it wasn't ever going to be his permanent cup of tea, was nice to visit once in a while. The soft sands beneath his hooves. The wind in his mane. The sound of the ocean always to one side. The sweet fruits that grew on the trees, and the sounds of the sea birds were all things he enjoyed.

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