Chimera Fields rannsókn

@Solharr

the man paints an image of power, confidence, everything cicero is not. his stomach tightens with unease, his lips curl into a frown. or perhaps a grimace—it was suiting, given he did not enjoy the larger man's tone. his scent carried the promise of others, though, a pack. 

he'd play nice to save his hide. "no nerve, just...necessity." cicero mused humorlessly, his eyes narrowed as they tracked the man's heavy movements. "i am in no state to move further. i take it these are your lands then?"

the stranger's heavy accent is peculiar. not a tongue he'd ever come across, and perhaps it was curiosity that drove him to speak again with the typical sharpness of his tongue. "cicero is the name. i am...how do you say it? lost. and obviously, i am no threat." he paused, his breath a cloud around his maw. 

"if you wish to chase me off, please give me a moment. less you plan to carry me off, stranger."