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Kiyelt arrived promptly at the agreed on meeting place, he had that itchy travely feeling and a sort of maniacle delight that he would not for once be travelling alone, with a wonderful lady no less. He was a very fortunate iceling friends like her didn't come along every day and he had been very patient in this new land building up himself and his miniature creature empire until Oba was more home then Zena. He did miss not sweating all the time but well there was so much more here to get into that it was a small price to pay.

He leaned up against a wood structure, indolent in the hot sun and let the rays beat down on his pale blue skin. Ice he may be but he loved it. He no longer got sunburns and his body was now used to so much heat. He was a walking paradox.

Kiyelt straightened from his pose and stepped forward to offer his hand. "Good morning! Yes I am prepared. Ready to head out and greet the new day. You can meet all of my gang of critters. Don't worry though they won't hurt you. They are well mannered thankfully." It wasn't smart to tame absolutely rabid beasts anyway.

The wind twirled about them in a refreshing dance and Kiyelt was filled with optimism that he hadn't felt so strongly for a very long time. He was proud he could show off his home. Even if it was a large tent. The sand shivered and shifted before them. "I wonder if we will see anything out there today, a janarim, a zore who knows. But if there is one thing I have found, there is always something."

"Well then let us endeavor to find something. The best place to start is with the sand, if the winds not up to far then there should be footprints in it, I love tracking. Its a challenge even though it seems so simple. Follow the tracks until you find the critter doesn't always work for me unfortunately. It can seem like there is nothing out there, but the tracks let you know that's usually not true."

He couldn't find any so close to the city though, so his tracking skills would have to wait. "Have you tried it before? You look like tracker." He grinned. She looked delicious is what she looked like.

It was shaping up to be a good trip and he was very excited.

"Well then, no time like the present." Kiyelt grinned showing white teeth, and prowled around looking for any sign that he could start her off with. It took him a while but he did find some janarim prints that were very fresh. First he made sure the beast wasn't still around then he squated in front of a well formed poster child of a print. "Here Ichil, give me your hand." He grasped her tiny smooth skinned perfect hand and gently pressed the fingers into the vertical edge of the print. "Do you feel that angle there? It is still very sharp not rounded off where the flat plane meets the footprint, this means that the track is very fresh usually at the very least the day of finding it, especially here where it is always windy and the substrate is loose sand. Tracks stay fresher longer when the substrate in question is mud that hardens soon after the track is made.

He released her hand and rubbed at the edge of the track, "A rounded edge like this means an older track. You can also tell from the pattern here that it was walking if it were trotting or loping the track pattern would look like this." He drew out the variations in the sand.

"Definitely more than one, I almost specialized in Janarim, I love them so much. I am particularly fond of a fellow I named Leatherback hes a big brown beastie he and his mate Bluestone live close to Tivrod, I actually tamed their son who is waiting for us at my tent." He smiled fondly. "Along with a Xaraan and two sailscales. I have quite the hoard to my name."

"Iniu is sweet, Norcrest is not, those are the two sailscales, I saved Iniu from mud, and she still has her little brat moments but is overall the most loving thing ever. Norcrest I saved from being eaten but hes still more aloof." He didn't know what he would have done without the two sailscales, they came in so handy and were the best company. "It took me forever to train Skiyaii, hes the white and blue janarim, and after him I worked on Xaraan finally taming one of those as well in Rajiri. They are like family to me."

"I admire janarim, they are strong and solid and so powerful and yet they don't always eat and chew on people, they can be gentle, they raise their own families in a desert that is far from hospitable, or so I thought until I lived her and have come to love it, to live it and breathe it. I shouldn't be able to, being termed an "iceling" . But I do. My parents I'm sure are proud that I'm out of Zena, I was very nearly just as prejudiced against others as any iceling if not for them, they sent me out of Zena and told me not to come back except for short visits until i had met a person of each gender from every race. If not for them I wouldn't have discovered that the other people that I met were more pleasant then the one crazy iceling male I found. The quest was recinded after the battle, I can't even remember which one when dad came down and found me. "

"Then I came here to Oba again and I've been here since I think, the days seem to run together out here when your in the desert long enough. I look forward to introducing you to my clan. I assure you they are well fed and well enough mannered less likely to freak out like those who have to scavenge."

"I like the quiet or rather a little more than quiet, I tolerate the noise of big crowds, but I would probably have a hard time sleeping in too much noise to begin with. Tivrod is pretty quiet at night at least, where I am. I hope it won't be too quiet for you, the axes are pretty loud in the morning."

"Oh there it is in the distance that pinkish cream blotch is your first tracked janarim Ichil, congratulations." Indeed the large female was a beautiful specimen basking on her feet in the sun's rays. He smiled at the sight, they were such beautiful creatures.

"Indeed they are," he rumbled, meaning of course both female creatures before him. Her dear teacher made him blush more then he cared to admit, surely she could see the purple faded across his checks, they felt hot enough. He coughed a little, "I find that naming them brings out more of an attachment more of a personality. What do you wish to name her now that you have found her?" He gestured gently at the janarim in the distance, "You never know you might meet her again in the future, I daresay she would make a fine mount for you."

What a pair they would make, of course it would be good to discern if the wild one was more bite then growl first. "Do you want to creep closer?" She would have to be very quiet and follow his every move as he didn't know this janarim yet.

"The shape of her head looks feminine so I'm pretty sure she is female, I could be wrong but I hope not." She wasn't as muscly as the males he had seen but it could be that it was a young male. Getting closer would solve that mystery. "She has less muscle too, though you have to stare at Janarim a lot to tell."

"Thats a pretty name, Imari it is. Now if we just creep in on the other side of that ridge from the west we shook be able to pop our heads up and peek at her for a close up. If she startles and charges don't hesitate to run, I'll distract her." And hopefully not get eaten in the process, but it was always good to have a game plan and he would feel absolutely awful if something happened to Ichil because of him.

He led the way placing each foot carefully and checking the wind periodicly, as they got close he flashed a grin back at her and knelt down to crawl on his belly under the ridge. Once he felt they were in the right place he signaled her and peeked his eyes over the top of the sand ridge.

And there she was, definitely a she. Snuffling along in no hurry to be anywhere. Kiyelt smiled like a fool. He loved Janarim so much.