Otatso Wetlands fangs of nyx

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The greeting was returned and she quickly got the sense they were carefully testing the waters, hopeful of some sort of neutrality here since neither were responding aggressively or even defensively. She was not here for trouble for she had no mindset for the notion at the time, and it seemed he was aiming for the same. As far as she could tell, anyway.

To his words, she was not quite sure what to make of his phrasing, as curious as it was. She knew she was strange on her wording at times as well but she could appreciate the sentiment behind the offer all the same. Continually, she was finding herself glad he was not of the Creek. No, keep it, it is your kill. I am.. hunting for something different, Ame said vaguely with a swift glance past him and a short sweep of her snout. Her hunger was for knowledge, not warm flesh. Is it the meal that brings you to the wetlands.. or something else as well? she quipped, ears forward and eyes on him studiously. Still not willing to relax in full, she intended to gain a bit more information before she allowed herself that much.