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Kiyelt was walking uphill for his last glimpse of wild sailscales before he left this place, Iniu was curled up in his jacket, even her head under the coat, while Norcrest sat on his shoulder. Grumbling about his tie. There was a reason Iniu was snuggled up against him and Norcrest was on a lead. Kiyelt hated to do it, but the beast had been heading for the meat end of the sailscale trade for a reason, he was big buff, not brightly colored and grouchy about captivity.

"Un uh, I'll not see you in a butcher's shop again so you can stop pulling at that lead." He thought the sailscale had figured out what could happen to him if Kiyelt had not preserved his dark hide, and that was probably why Kiyelt only had one scratch on his face and didn't resemble ground meat. This was what being a beast tamer was about, it didn't count if the first one sleeps in your jacket if the second one pummeled you every chance it got.

He heart talk up ahead and looked up to see another Iceling drop his lead line to his pet and stomp away down the hill, the aldabuck soon following after. So he wasn't the only one who had pet trouble.

Kiyelt hailed the other man. 'Hey, my name is Kiyelt, nice to see someone else up here." He said cheerily coming into view. "Nice aldabuck," he commented. She really was a beautiful specimen course most aldabuck whatever the color were pretty too look at. Pity they couldn't fly, he admired them but preffered those with sharper teeth...like radaku and sailscales.

"Well obviously she loves/tolerates you, I have my hands full, as for what I want, a simple chat or exchange of news would do. I have no other need then to enjoy my day." Someone had woke up on the wrong side of the mountains, go figure it was his own kind who marred his opinion of others. Now the aldabuck was a lovely lady, properly proud of herself as all creatures should be.

Hmm, from the others body language he was looking for a fight, Kiyelt's first thought was for his sailscales, he would have to send them off to safety and hope that Nor didn't poof on him entirely. He didn't really have a weapon and was only a fair wrestler but desperate times and all that would hopefully save his sorry butt.

"Name's Kiyelt." He added, if they were going to come to blows over...well nothing he wanted to at least know the guys name for future reference. People of the ice may live where it is gold, but that meant they had to have fire on the inside. He sensed this bloke had it and so did he.

Well if there were sticks in the mud..this one was frozen in. Go figure that the singularly unpleasant creature he had met so far was in fact from his own people. He obviously had spent to much time alone in the cold, so much so that he preferred it that way.. well there was no rule that said Kiyelt was pleasant on principle either.

"Hah funny." He raised up an eyebrow and his face scrunched unpleasantly...how was he going to get past this guy? Small talk evidently wasn't working. Pity he thought he had gotten better at it.

"Okay chatterbox, is this a tolled road, or am I free to pass?" Good mood gone.

His pride quirked, Kiyelt snarked out. "How will you ever know if we don't find out now?" Kiyelt bent his knees slightly and stood on the balls of his feet. "You have brought about my bad mood and I know only one way to blow off steam after a long day, how about it? A little wrestle? Don't trip now, wouldn't want you to fall off the mountain."

Kiyelt was not nearly as experienced as Ruelash but he was not opposed to a good tussle. So he scrambled out of the way and just got glanced by the blow. He grabbed Ruelash's clothes and tried a swing. If he wanted to play like that then so be it. Iniu flew up hissing at his big and fast movements. She didn't like trying to cling to him when he did that.

Kiyelt grunted, this guy didn't look this heavy, he had misjudged the muscle content it seemed. Uh oh.

Kiyelt caught the blow and grunted. Gosh this grouchy guy hit hard. He wriggled out from under and aimed a kick the moment he could breath again. Not breathing was an unpleasant experience he was not keen on experiencing again. He thought the oaf might have bruised a rib! His precious ribs!

He growled and hoped his kick landed. Iniu cooed at him from a safe distance, he thought it might be a cheer but he wasn't sure. Kiyelt scrabbled through the dirt and rose dust coated his hands and he hoped that wouldn't impede his grip in this grapple. He dropped into a ready position and waited for the infuriated whirlwind to come at him again. His side hurt but he thought he could still move okay....well he hoped.