Hoshor Plains A Few Dollars More

So she stopped and he mimicked the movement, almost as if they were opposites. His gold to her silver, oranges to her blues, taller and thicker stature to her more slender and lithe one. They both remained silent, the dip of his head at least telling her that he wasn't out for trouble, or at least that she could tell. A gentle wag of her tail was all that answered him, tempted to move on before suddenly reconsidering. There was a look to him that reminded her of the Tartarus man and on a whim, Keres waylaid all formalities, instead asking a question of the man.

Do you know how to fight?