When there is no move to stop him and no reprimand for daring to try and touch the beast, Kir-Kon finishes his motion, running his fingertips through the fur on the large creature's jaw, scratching it gently but firmly. The tendril around his chest suddenly unwinds and for a moment he is worried he's done something wrong. However the other, smaller tendrils, continue moving over him, a little more firmly now, but still far softer than any touches he's use to. “So, you've figured out I'm not dangerous huh? Don't need to hold me down any more? That's good, I'm not sure if I was breathing right with that thing on me.” A faint sigh escapes him at the, what can only be described as caresses, run over his his face and shoulders, feeling nice and slightly soothing.

He gives the beast a few more pats and scratches before watching it turn away, the tendrils going up and moving in different directions. “Looking around now, huh? Does that mean you're leaving?” Kir-Kon is a bit put out at this idea but as there is nothing he can do about it he simply sighs and stands up slowly. “Well, if I don't see you again, farewell beastie. Stay away from human villages, they're not safe for your kind.” He reaches out and one last time runs his fingers through that smooth fur before heading towards the village. He pauses, turning to look at the large monster with his head tilted to the side.

“I'll be back out here in a few hours. I gotta get my morning chores done. If you're still here I'll share my lunch. I really wanna learn more about you, but I'm sure you have better things to do. Don't wait up for me, kay?” And with that he turns and leaves, speeding up once he's out of sight. [i]'He prolly won't be there when I get back out here. It's not like he has a reason to stay. He's a wild beast, and now that he's free of those ropes he's not hindered any more. . .'[/i] Shrugging to himself he carefully slips into town away from prying eyes and manages to slip into the barn unnoticed. After a quick look around the place he realizes the horse master hasn't even been in yet and with a faint sigh of relief he lays into his morning chores.

His back aches something fierce making his movements slower than usual and it doesn't help that when the horse master finally comes in he slaps Kir-Kon hard right over the bruise to propel him towards his next task. The man calls him a wimp as he cries out from the shock of pain that runs through his system but the youth does not reply. The beasts in the barn butt and nuzzle him as he changes out their hay, scooping up droppings and giving rub downs to those who need it. As the sounds and smells from outside turn for morning routine to hungry rumbling the boy finishes his last task just in time for his master to throw him his lunch.

As usual it's already cold and a jumbled mess from being tossed but Kir-Kon takes it without complaint and rushes outside to the fresh air with it. Clutching the small gray sack against his chest he makes his way quickly into the treeline, the sounds of young voices driving him to move quickly least the town youth decide he doesn't deserve to eat today. Still positive the beast isn't going to be anywhere to be found but having nothing better to do Kir-Kon races along to the same spot along the boarder before once more turning to follow the tracks in. Slowing down in case it’s closer to town this time he moves along the trail. 

“It's got no reason to stick around after the fright this morning, but hey, maybe it's curious. I mean, most beast would have run right off, but it stuck around to check me out. That means there a chance, right?” He begins talking to the air, muttering to himself about all of his random thoughts on the matter. He's normally silent in town, not wanting to draw attention to himself, but here in the woods, the only ones around to hear him don't mind listening. Well, he has gotten complaints from some squirrels before, but they are unreasonable sometimes.