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@Calbrach :)

The Amazonian huntress's first order of business when first she left the Glacier behind was to seek out these other 'Amazons', should they be fit to wear the title. She was intrigued, but she knew they had to be in at least the general area of the coast, that being where she had met the wolf who told her of them. The only problem was that she did not know exactly where to begin. She had little desire to ask around, but a hunter could not be choosy when it came to chasing down their quarry. If it got the job done, it was an option.

Currently she was heading in the general direction of the ocean, the route leading her through a forest whose trees rose on either side, skeletal limbs bare against the midday sky. She had been loping a day and a half to get this far, but as she entered the trees, her strides had slowed, and she looked about warily. In the open there was little chance of ambush, but in areas such as these, it was always best to keep alert.

C A L B R A C H

Calbrach's wandering had led him away from the cover of the forest and into the open valleys to the north west. Among the vastness he'd found a small wood, an enchanting place. Plenty of squirrels, rabbits, and other creatures chattered in the trees and walked the grounds without fear.

As charming as it was, he almost felt bad for his appetite. Watching so much frolicking prey had made his mouth water just a tad, but he wondered if her could bring himself to smother such happy little lights of life. Perhaps he should wander to some miserable land and put those poor creatures out of their misery.
His face hung as he realized there was little option. With a shake of his pelt - as if to shake away his hunter's guilt - he leaped onto a thick branch, hanging precariously low to the ground. From there he slowly walked the tree limbs, leaping where he needed, watching the ground closely for signs of life.

He spotted more than he'd bargained for. A wolf, a strong female, walked the forest floor. Calbrach was uncertain how to proceed. He needed to eat, yes, but doubted it was worth a potential fight with a strong predator. Even from his lofty post he could see the tension in the wolf's movements - very alert creatures, he would give them that.

Bringing himself into a more agile position - directly above the wolf, but poised to leap some distance beyond the trees and bound into the horizon - he spoke.
"Have I encroached upon some sacred hunting grounds, or are you simply here to enjoy the thriving scenery and wildlife?"

I apologize if she doesn't give you much to respond to. I'm not set on any of Manauia's threads making it to 10 since she is such a short character, so we can end this whenever you like XD

Manauia's ears twitched at the cougar's words, and she looked up at him neutrally, failing to smile at his words. Her ears twisted back a bit, though, at the oddity; other creatures hadn't really made a habit of approaching them back home. He was a strange creature to initiate conversation in such a way, and Manauia instantly began trying to work out his alterior motive behind it. There had to be one. Felines were not creatures to be trusted.

"None of these lands is sacred to me. Walk where you like." She responded shortly, though she did pause in walking.

C A L B R A C H

Calbrach laid his body down, letting his tail hang precariously above the wolf - flicking back and forth. He was in a playful mood, but he wasn't foolish. He could see no danger for himself here, thankfully. He enjoyed rare moments where he had the upper hand, such rare opportunities to relax.

"So, what brings you here then? I'm a loner, nothing brings me anywhere - besides my own legs. No point in even wondering at this point, I don't even know what I'm doing here, to be honest. Although, I could be lying to myself."

He smiled, but felt a twinge of pain. It wasn't like him to speak in riddles, especially ones that sounded so delightfully helpless. He felt a chill which turned to an itch, and that was distraction enough. He looked down at the wolf once again, curious if it was a patient wolf or if it would simply leave him to his loneliness.

The cougar was out of luck, for Manauia was not a patient wolf by any means. She had little interest in cats, and this one spoke in a way that she found somewhat irritating at best. "Well, then, carry on." She stated back, ears twisting back as she simply left him behind without another word. She did not think that he would follow, but it would not do to be unprepared.

She had little time for conversation and even less for such pointless ones.