Totoka River i'm on my tip toes

Eyes distantly mimicking her own surveyed the naturalist’s expression with a solemn sweep of sharp luminescence, lasting only a few heartbeats before an answer was offered to her on the wind - not one she entirely anticipated, but plenty about this blue lion was unforeseen.

"We'll negotiate."

Salmon tongue sweeping out across her lips to cure the dryness that had spread, Faeryn scoured her brain for any hints of something efficacious to aid her offering, and nibbled at the flesh inside her cheek in quiet contemplation. She had little to offer; her paws lay empty, and her only talents lay within her drive to pursue, and her knowledge of the nature around her. A tricky net she’d caught herself in, but she wouldn’t back away now. The water sylph only had one thing to offer: "I… I could offer my services to you. To the Vartija... I am a naturalist, and, if you teach me how to become a mercenary…"

Life was constructed of risks and opportunities - all it was, was a leap of faith. Sometimes you had to leave behind the old, to embrace your rebirth and start anew. "I would pledge my loyalty to you."