Firestone Hot Springs Talgar

Surprise belly… bunnies…

Nazair couldn’t even dream of fathoming what the hell that meant. He blinked at the spindly little creature a few times. This creature was aware of trading. It must have found someone who had taught it how to get food or how to trade other items for food.

Big bunny and I’ll get you a real whopper of a fish, hm?

The young wolf thought this would be an adequate trade. If this thing could catch him a rabbit, he’d happily trade a fat fish for it. He preferred the warm meats. And it didn’t seem like this little windhound had any true leaning one way or the other.