Creative Intent

His reflective red horns glimmered from the light of the fire as he tilted his head slightly, Zagan's words settling in the air between them. The firelight flickered, casting fleeting shadows across the newcomer's features - a strange, commanding presence that Oath couldn't quite ignore. He felt Zagan's intense gaze combing over him, but he did not flinch, instead meeting it with a calm steadiness.

"A birthplace untaken," Oath murmured, rolling the phrase over his tongue as though tasting it's weight. "There is poetry in that." His lips curved into a faint smile, though the glint in his cyan eyes carried a sharper edge. "My family and I have been inhabiting this land for the last season, though we are moving soon. It is a plentiful territory, though it doesn't seem like the North has dulled you any. You must be doing well in your territory up there."

He sat back on his haunches, finally putting the two bowls together and making a hole at the top to create a basin. His movements were casual, not an ounce of tension to be detected as he had full faith in his creators. "As for me, I am crafting - finding use in things the sea leaves behind: clay, sea glass, driftwood. This time I am making a basin, as a gift for someone generous." He looked over the basin one last time before setting it on the rocks surrounding the fire, allowing the heat to naturally harden it. "Perhaps, it's not as grand of a purpose as exploring a lost Kingdom.. but, I find satisfaction in my small creations."

His gaze returned to Zagan, curious despite himself. "I am Oath Morningstar, of Judila. Not a pack, but a family. And who might I have the honor of meeting tonight?" There was no challenge in his tone, just quiet curiosity as he enjoyed their conversation.