[@Raindeer]

[b]The Trio & The Alpha & The Clan Mates[/b]

The Alpha leaned into the massage and grooming from the bird, gently scratching the bird's back in an attempt to return the favor.

Cor lets out a happy tweet, the danger of these sharp claws that could so easily pierce his flesh treated with subtle caution. His taloned hands move to guide the Alpha's body to lay down as the grooming continued, fingers working at double speed to do what they could.

Ima and Mica meanwhile started dividing attention between two of these beasts at a time, slowly making their way through almost a quarter of those present before an almost unconscious decision occurs.

The trio begins leading the hounds toward The Home Tree and its ever beating heart of drums.

[@Nerevarine]

[b]Arsuron Traders in The Soruli Territory[/b]

Naho tilted her head in confusion as she watched Anjar approach the individuals, moving a step or so behind him for a moment before she pauses.

As he pulls out the tool, her eyes squint, but as he jabs his fellow trader, her eyes widen. The Soruli overlooking the drugs-making makes a small gasping sound, taloned fingers raising to their mouth. Immediately after Anjar's prodding comes to an end, this Soruli starts using some other combinations items upon the mat to create a small amount of light pastes, spreading them on the areas prodded.

Shifting her gaze from this to Anjar as he draws, she looks to the picture, mind processing this request.

[i]'A sharing of the powders...'[/i] She taps her chin, head tilting side to side before she gazes at his face. She squints a little, leaning herself to gaze at his mask in wonder before reaching up to gently tap at it with a fingertip before pausing her hand.

She takes up a stick and draws in the dirt a return message meaning: <"Masks for some dust.">

Her eyes glance toward the Arsuron now all lazing in their reaction to the natural concoction before adding something that seems to suggest that at least one Soruli and one Arsuron remain with either group. 

Amid their stay, as long as it may become, the Arsuron seemed to be treated like dear family lost and found again. Their more rigid manners were curious, their masked faces mysterious, but their presence welcomed warmly.