skill: herbalist 1/5
Fable kaelan and anyone else !

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Bushes of heather as far as the eye could see.
His eyes narrowed in pleasure as he stood amongst the rolling fields; a statue of gold finely draped in silky threads. Even the cold wind couldn't deter the poet’s soul – he ignored the frost biting at his paw pads, the hunger churning his stomach, the confusion of his awakening in this place.

He took it all in stride, unbothered by the world imposing new rules upon him. He would figure it out somehow.
With that indomitable peace of mind, he finally took a step forward, lowered his nose to the plants and took a big whiff of their sweet fragrance. Life could be simple, life could be easy. Smell flowers, eat good food, drink fresh water, write poems in the sand.

There was no sand here though, and it all felt awfully cold – a chill went over Jinzhou’s shoulders and he grimaced for a second. He let his eyes sweep over the field, hoping to catch a glimpse of another living being. He couldn't be alone in this cold. He just couldn't. He’d die for sure !

Hello ? His voice was searching, but strangely calm. Prey can rest for I shall not hunt; predator can pass for I have no meat. No meat on his bones indeed, but it was his good nature who drove him to throw this greeting to the wind. It didn't even matter if nobody heard; greeting the plants was already enough for the gentle artist.

Skill: Small game hunter [1/5]

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She had been trying to hunt the little hare nibbling about over the melting snow—days have gone by since she first landed here with a tumble. The days of questioning 'who' and 'what' and when' were over. And now, she hat to survive these foreign lands without starving to death—or being attacked by some kind of competitor. Whichever came first.

Body low to the ground, she snuck forward. She moved silently like an owl in flight, eyes fixed on the small prey as it shuffled to and fro. Heart pounding in anticipation, she prepared herself to leap forward.

Then—

'Hello?' Gone is the rabbit, and Kaelan's hunt along with it. Huh...? Her ears swiveled back, pinning to her nape. 'Prey can rest for I shall not hunt; predator can pass for I have no meat.' Is this guy kidding?

Amber eyes shifted over the wintry landscape, seeking out the source of the poetic entrance with a seething frown pursed upon her lips. Then, she finally caught sight of the flash of blonde, slender and sleek, against the backdrop of wan foliage. Kaelan grunted in ire. Hey! Hey, you!! She barked.

Onwards marched the she-wolf, halting towards the towering presence of golden tresses and boisterous announcements. You ruined my hunt, she snapped, You better make up for that. Albeit, with the lithe nature of his frame, he appeared to not exactly be a great source of food.

SKILL : DIPLOMAT ( 1 / 5 )

A voice roused Fable from her brief nap within the proffered sunlight - a voice she did not know.

Her ears twitched to follow the sound and her eyes snapped open, her maternal instincts alive and well even with her daughters off doing their own thing for the moment. The cadence of the voice was calm, however, and her initial nerves began to smooth.

Fable searched for the source and landed upon a slender figure gilded by sunlight. Immediately, she did not recognize them, but she scarcely ever met a true "stranger" - it did not take great effort to turn acquaintance into friend.

She had begun to lift to her paws when a second figure appeared, this one carrying the edges of aggravation. The high alert she had discarded returned, but she contained it within her smoothed facade as she approached the duo.

Welcome t'Avon, Fable offered by way of announcing her presence, her willowy limbs carrying her to the others with a deliberately unhurried gait. A smile spread across her muzzle, polite and unperturbed, as she looked from one canine to the other. When her paws came to a rest within a conversational distance, she straightened her frame as she regarded them. Her expression took on the measured and practiced patience of a mother, though it was not unkind. Is there a problem?

skill: trickster 2/5

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An answer comes in the rustle of the underbrush; a rabbit flees, a life is saved. Jinzhou’s soft smile doesn't falter even though it almost wants to morph into a smirk – but it obediently stays serene as the would-be hunter jumps right in his face.

Of course, he hadn't seen her before she chose to show herself, and his disturbance of her hunt was pure happenstance – yet Jinzhou was satisfied all the same, seeing as his first notable feat in this place was the prevention of unnecessary bloodshed. Now don't talk to him about the need for food and the necessity of the hunt; he had his own peculiar ideas about where to find sustenance and the meaning of life itself. And since she was asking so nicely, he was all but ready to enlighten her of the possibilities of life.

He opened his mouth, all set on educating her, when a new voice cut in, without a doubt sparing him from a huge mistake.
The slender male turned his gaze to her, ears perking up at the sound of her exotic accent. She bore the same kind of expression as him; a polite and mastered smile, the look of someone who was ready to mediate in a peaceful way.

A helping paw, maybe ? Well, between her and the aggressive hunter, the choice wasn't too hard.
Thank you so much ! he offered her with a renewed smile of his own, genuinely glad to receive a better welcome. I don't have any, he answered while taking a step towards her, in an attempt to distance himself from the hunter and disregard her demand for compensation completely, except for the fact that I seem to have just… arrived in this place somehow. I know nothing of this land and… I might be unfamiliar with its ways. He turned his face to the hunter, ears lowered in an apologetic look. I’m so sorry to have caused you trouble, dear lady.

Skill: Warrior [2/5]

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The tawny wolf turned towards the new voice, the scowl still ever-present. Another wolf to interrupt her hunts—god forbid! If she died of starvation, she knew exactly who to blame.

This pompous BASTARD.

As the tall she-wolf asked her question, Kaelan opened her mouth to speak. Yet, of course— 'I don't have any.' She huffed out through gritted teeth, slumping down onto her haunches. Err, yeah, great. Good for you. I've got a problem, her gaze shifted to the silken-furred stranger, I'm gonna starve to death... and it's his fault! She spat angrily, fur standing on end.

The glimmer of triumph in his eyes, the condescending simper upon his face—it hadn't gone unnoticed. Kaelan let out a growl of annoyance and let her claws dig into the ground—oh, how she wished it was his skin. '...except for the fact that I seem to have just… arrived in this place somehow. I know nothing of this land and… I might be unfamiliar with its ways.' As if she cared about his stupid little sob-story. 'I’m so sorry to have caused you trouble, dear lady.'

The moment his extravagant apologies left his lips, she whipped her head towards him, raising her rear slightly as though she were about to approach him—yet, no. Not worth the effort. Yeah. Yeah, right. You aren't sorry. Indignant, incredulous, infuriated. She tapped her paw impatiently against the cool, firm earth, silently awaiting for this stupid conversation to end.