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@Tenzin

Afternoons were for her a more active time of day, even if such activities included a small hunt or light stroll. It seemed that in the hour of the sun’s peak however obscured by clouds, the rays always reached her and filled her with an energy to expel at her leisure. Not unlike her wanderer habit of basking.

With energy found renewed, she went hunting. Little more than a forage for native game that lived within the Vale. Tall grasses made for an idea hunting spot, proven true when she emerged victorious with not one, but two plump hares. Their lives sacrificed mid-rut so that the large beast may life. She ate neither in a hurry but carried them between proud jaws instead. Her path uncertain yet innate desire would lure her to reclaim her steps northward to the solitary mountain keep. And if not there, surely her nose would guide her back to the side of her shadow.

But instead her nose was not pointed in either direction, rather paused when a cologne lace with the Vale wafted into flared nostrils with the scent of age and herbs to accompany it. She let slip her heavy paw from the surface of her leveling stone before the climb, and looked around her curiously as if expecting to spy the elder male nearby.

time for EXERCISE YEEAA GET PUMPED

As the monk mapped out more and more areas of the Vale, he was very pleased to find many secluded areas that would be great for his fitness training. Though patrolling in general gave him an excellent cardio-workout, there were times where he sprinted solely for the challenge. Today, however, was for something different. He had climbed atop a small rise where a low, overhanging tree provided him with shade despite the clouds in the sky. Shade was always welcome when he knew he'd be partaking in a stationary bit of exercise.

With his eyes closed, the monk slowly eased downward but stopped just before his belly touched the ground. He held the position for a moment, keeping his breath steady and even, before slowly pushing himself back up. His legs were spread in a way that would seem to give him awful balance, but it helped him feel his muscles this way. He didn't want it to be easy. He had been doing this for most of the morning but stopped only when a familiar scent touched his subconsciousness. Though his eyes were still closed, Tenzin searched the air to hone in on the scent as he lowered himself down again.

"Xi'nuata?" he called, letting himself rise once more before opening his eyes slowly and turning toward her. When he saw she was carrying two hares, his eyes lit up. "Wow! Did you bring me lunch?" he joked warmly, shaking himself of his morning routine and stretching downward as far as his legs could reach. He pulled back quickly and looked back over in her direction. "How are you enjoying life within the Vale?" the monk asked kindly, refusing to sit despite his buzzing legs.

OOC: Going to tweak the personal timeline a bit so this follows sometime after she's been following Njal's instruction, but before she speaks with Anemone. Takes place before the band head to SC.

It was not hard to find the elder Cleric. His exuberance was a brand none could escape without noticing. It had laced itself within his unique aroma that through her nostrils she was gifted the image of his calm, smiling visage. Warm and welcoming, a soothing portrait of modest wisdom. She could not resist the subtle flicker of her tail in glee however impassive her muzzle as she turned to look at him.

“In a sense, yes,” she mouthed around the hares before setting them down at her paws. Carefully she flexed her jaws as her tongue rounded over her weathered lips, stealing the minute droplets of blood that marked her kill. “I did not know when last you had eaten,” she explained, her voice a whisper even as she walked forward the better close the distance between them. “The other was for myself, or Raheerah. Depending on who hungered first after my climb.”

Politely, she had averted her eyes from her superior, but had caught of glimpse of his bow before he had righted herself. Admittedly, despite his age, the cleric looked rather spry. Dare she compare that he was better shape then she- with little excess fat to hinder his movements, even a simply bow was more graceful than her lumbering stride. Perhaps it was that kind of fluidity and manicured form that her instructor wanted to see of her in their next meeting. But the question would rise as to whether or not she could truly look like that, even close to it. Bulk and excess had always been her form. It was difficult to imagine herself any other way.

Xinuata

Tenzin

Xinuata