Wapun Meadow Pale wanderer

To her surprise, the man moved closer, now appearing less guarded and more curious. Still, Fisher couldn't be sure of his intentions just yet, so she prepared herself in mind and body in case she would need to flee. Though her muscles were coiled beneath her alabaster pelt, she stood rooted in place, and her expression remained calmly determined as she answered, It is my purpose I'm searching for. It was then Pesi descended onto her shoulder, having likely realized she had stopped and turned around. Fisher's hardened, gilded gaze only wavered from the nanook momentarily as she noticed her companion's approach.

She was curious of what this man's name was but would not ask any questions until she could determine if he were a danger or not. A very biased part of her wanted to blindly trust him, someone who spoke her language and was more like her than anyone else she'd met down here, but Fisher knew that was foolish. For now, she would stick to answering his questions and trying not to get on his bad side.