Welcome to Gaia! ::

"Well, there are only two directions he could have gone in. The only reason he would have to go to the healing oasis would be if he got into a fight. If he got into a fight his energy would be strewn about the forest and we would easily know he'd been there and i could pick up and follow the trail. If not we just go east and try to find him. There's bound to have been someone who has seen him. Once we are in the same area as him i should be able to pick up on it and find him, unless of course like you say, he finds us first."

*he turned to her and smiles as they made it to the edge of the viliage, before turning back towards the trail ahead and leading them inoto the western forests.*

:: Tiki listened to her suddenly solemn tone, and wondered if her past was something he shouldn't have brought up... still, he wanted to know everything he could about this girl. He listened silently, then gave her a little squeeze about the torso to try and cheer her up.::

"Your home sounds like a spectacular place," he said wistfully, knowing he himself had never really had a home.

:: Tiki nodded and accepted the necklace, placing it around his neck. ::
"This is the pass?" he asked inquisitively.

:: Tiki was overjoyed that she trusted him enough to give him the pass, and felt as though he'd best be on good behavior to live up to her trust. No stealing or heckling. Well, maybe a little. But less than usual. ::

"Thank you, Miss," he said gratefully, "I'm glad you care enough to not have me killed."
He smiled jokingly when referencing his own murder.

:: Tiki took the moment of silence to reflect. Actually, he reflected for about a second before his attention returned to his companion's body. He was attracted to her on a much deeper level, he knew, but that didn't stop her from being radiant... while not slender, Avariel was... buxom, to say the least, and he found himself wondering if the breastplate, aptly named, that she was wearing was custom-made. Which got him thinking... what if her parents were merchants? Or worse, she was royalty? She was obviously well fed and clothed in garments far nicer than any average person could afford... Tiki didn't generally get along well with the upper class, and he knew it would be bound for disaster if her parents were of that nature... ::

:: Tiki stared at her as she rubbed her inner thighs for a moment, then Tiki checked to see if he was hungry... they'd been riding all day, and he was in fact famished. ::

"Yes," he began, "I'll be back in a minute."

:: He scampered to the nearest water he could hear, a small stream not far away, and waited for a moment. When a fish passed by, he snatched it from the river. He wondered for a moment whether to cook it... being a Therianthrope often meant making choices between instinct and human culture. He opted for it raw, but hit the fish on the head first out of mercy, and avoided the bones and scales. Trout was always tastier raw... but he wasn't sure of how his new friend would react to that sort of behavior, so he finished up and returned the leftovers to the stream before returning. The whole process took a little over ten minutes. ::

"Sorry, just grabbing a snack," he said, nodding happily.
"No problems now."

:: Tiki watched her, knowing she would be hunting if she left. He would prefer she didn't this night, he had only just met her and knew very little about her. ::

"Alright, but I beleive you still have leftovers from brekfast. I could smell them in with the rest of the supplies," he hinted. She needn't hunt this night...

:: Tiki could hear the arrow fly from camp, the sick thud as it connected, and winced. It was true that he had pack hunting instincts, but something about death from afar scared the animalistic part of him. He patiently awaited her return, knowing she'd be bringing meat with her. ::