「 Skill Point ― n/a 」
The creature speaks!he smirked, laughing aloud before looking at the Caribou anew. He circled then, eyeing the injured animal with curiosity. It was not like the mind-numbing animals that roamed, this one had a conscience. It seemed to speak his language, too, a northern soul within the bounds of a new body.
You are like me, spirit walker. You are not of this world, no?another twist of his lips, this time a smile. His eyes raked over the creature's body, wondering how to free the wounded leg without causing it to bleed out. Finally, he settled close enough to see, but far enough away to avoid the prongs of the doe's antlers. No need for him to die today either.
He had shit to do.
Hear now, we need to pull you free, but you might die when we do.straight to the point, he didn't sugar coat his words. [/q]
