Tal might have been distracted by his work but Boreal caught the horse's scent on the wind and watched it with alert curiosity, though no hostility or aggression. The scaly tip of her tail twitched in what was almost a wag, and when it became clear that the mount and its rider were coming towards them with purpose she let out a low rumble of greeting, alerting her companion to their guests.
For his part, the courier twisted sharply, far more suspicious of random folk traveling the Tundra in Deepfrost. The cultists hadn't been seen since the War, but they'd usually been the sort to start trouble in Halo's deadliest season...
On the other hand, the rider didn't look like she wanted trouble - but isn't that what a cultist would want him to think? "Y'picked a bad season t'be travelin'," he said, wariness evident in his tense posture and his voice. "But I guess if y'want to lend a hand it'd be alright..." He had his own way of transporting the various pieces of meat and other parts of the carcasses, but that didn't include rendering them down into chunks small enough to fit inside the opening of his Bag any faster. A second person would speed things up a lot.
And Boreal could help keep an eye on her in case she was thinking about knifing him when his back was turned.
"Why aren't y'waitin' for Flowerbirth?" he asked, trying to be casual but not very good at hiding the suspicion in his tone or eyes.
For his part, the courier twisted sharply, far more suspicious of random folk traveling the Tundra in Deepfrost. The cultists hadn't been seen since the War, but they'd usually been the sort to start trouble in Halo's deadliest season...
On the other hand, the rider didn't look like she wanted trouble - but isn't that what a cultist would want him to think? "Y'picked a bad season t'be travelin'," he said, wariness evident in his tense posture and his voice. "But I guess if y'want to lend a hand it'd be alright..." He had his own way of transporting the various pieces of meat and other parts of the carcasses, but that didn't include rendering them down into chunks small enough to fit inside the opening of his Bag any faster. A second person would speed things up a lot.
And Boreal could help keep an eye on her in case she was thinking about knifing him when his back was turned.
"Why aren't y'waitin' for Flowerbirth?" he asked, trying to be casual but not very good at hiding the suspicion in his tone or eyes.
