Firefly Glen Blue Masquerade, Strangers look on

Hmm, Kannoyak mused at the man’s question because he did not know the answer. Compliments were straightforward things in the little river village. It was a way to acknowledge skill without creating ego. They were hunters and protectors of their land. Some were healers and bone-readers. Though their paths were different, they all served their people. Compliments did not assist in this, Kannoyak thought.

Alaric confirmed himself to be a come what may kind of man. The white hunter nodded his head in understanding. He could never venture into the world without a plan. It was necessary – focus was a driver to keep him moving forward.

This one seeks good hunting grounds, Kannoyak said, a small smile finding his pale snout.