5/13/2025, 2:44 AM
skill: hunter
She stops, again. Yaalk'ali pauses, yet his eyes remain forward, nose lifted to the air. She is a tiny little thing. It wouldn't take much to overpower her with how frustrated she had made him. Yet for now she had managed to set his attention to something that was always at the forefront of his mind with his kind - the herd.
Yaalk'ali would leave, further from the red veil of wisteria and deeper into the sweet apple orchards. Into the woods, his sights took to a doe and her calf. Whitetail. Not his typical, but a new world and desperate times.
"speaking common" - "speaking lanzadoii"