Patiently she stood by and waited, in the hopes that her gesture might be received. Though when the warm flesh of the quarry remained untouched, Xi’nuata simply turned her muzzle from it and remained standing as she was. A flicker of optimism slipped across her bi-colored eyes with the hope that in time it would become accepted truly as an offering.
“On occasion,” she began softly, carefully minding the tone of her raspy words. “The paths crossed between the Vale and the Creek have not always been… kind. I do not expect there to be peace all the time when each member walks in the presence of another-“ her ears flicked back then just as quickly righted “-but perhaps this season, we might encourage a change.” The warrior paused for a moment, allowing her words to settle before she breathed softly once more to continue with her intentions. “I cannot speak for all the encounters of my brethren, but twice now I have encountered your own… hungry and aggressive. I have been a wanderer for a long while, and knew the pain and desperation of hunger. It is something I do not wish upon any of my brethren… nor yours.
“I would ask that you consider this season we might… assist each other. If not to unify… then to ensure that no one might feel the bite of another over something as available as food. And… it might serve as an advantage, give relief even… if we may hunt without conflict to prepare for new life…” |