Inca Knowledge

"We'll be kings and queens in this dream,"

"Indeed, I am an Ancillary, lass. As are you." The man gave the damsel a smirk of pure playfullness as he listened to her sharp rebuke about 'lightening up'. His orange auds would swivel forth as the wind howled, trying to block out the conversation. Paws would work on the ice to set the summer child down once more as he gave a sigh then spoke. "I am no master of the ice, not even close, unlike you, little lady. You seem to be from northern lands, unlike moi." The mocha hued man enjoyed speaking with a fake accent, easily distinguished from his normal voice. His ringed tail thumped on the ice playfully as a honey gaze would train themselves on the wired femme.

"Why would I lie to my own packmate." As she retaliated in his comment about learning to heal, the mocha man gave a chuckle. "Calm down, I'm only messing with you. Healing is just as important as hunting and fighting, even I would agree with that." The summer child would watch as an ice shelf collapsed under its own weight. Winter was approaching quickly, and it chilled the man to think of it, but still, he was excited for his first winter season on his own. "So, where are you from, Miss Silenci?"

Walk, "Talk", 'Think'