Chimera Fields spring flower

If he was going to build a thriving business in these wilds, he would need deeper connections than simply the moon tribes. Although they were his closest kin, Mojag knew from his experiences abroad that he would need to seek out and establish relations with many other people, of many cultures, so that he might gather rare things fit for trade.

That said—he was reluctant to leave the shadow of the mountain. His sister Ajei was here, and he still had to meet the man she intended to marry; he knew he must seek out Kukutux at some point and make his return known to her; there was also the matter of his dwindling supplies. While he had managed a few trades, he had not gotten much as payment except a few stories... And that wasn't as worthwhile for him as a physical thing that could then be bartered some other time.

It was with this in mind that he embarked from his camp. He left his bear-skin slung across some bushes, and his various items of importance buried in neat little caches so they would not be disturbed. He went out from the base of the Ouroboros intending to stretch his legs and, perhaps, find a bite to eat.

Before long he saw the shape of a wolf, and slowed his pace. He watched them for a few minutes to determine if they were a danger—but they appeared to be docile, and hunting for something. Their focus was on the ground rather than the fields around them. With a small boof uttered, so as not to surprise the stranger, Mojag made his approach.

He kept his tail mostly limp, except the bobbing of the end, as a friendly, wordless "hello".