Tal straightened a little, flashing Boreal a proud grin and a silent promise of a very large bone later as a reward, then turned back to Liam with an attempt at professionalism. "Seawright. Talyson Seawright," he said crisply. "Courier." And he removed the package from his Bag and offered it to the recipient it had been intended for.
Of course, he had to come closer to do that, and he couldn't help but spy all the materials and the blueprints fluttering beneath their rock. "What're y'makin'?" The question slipped out before he could stop it, and Tal had the grace to look a little sheepish as he realized he was prying into a stranger's business. "I, uh, mean... if y'don't mind me askin', that is," he added hurriedly.
Far less concerned about social niceties than a human should be, Boreal ambled forward to sniff at some of the gathered wood, perhaps contemplating the delightful sort of crunch they might make between powerful jaws.
Of course, he had to come closer to do that, and he couldn't help but spy all the materials and the blueprints fluttering beneath their rock. "What're y'makin'?" The question slipped out before he could stop it, and Tal had the grace to look a little sheepish as he realized he was prying into a stranger's business. "I, uh, mean... if y'don't mind me askin', that is," he added hurriedly.
Far less concerned about social niceties than a human should be, Boreal ambled forward to sniff at some of the gathered wood, perhaps contemplating the delightful sort of crunch they might make between powerful jaws.
