Their trade started with long looks from them both, it seemed, though the only conclusion Drache came to was that Raffey wasn't unused to travel, clearly wasn't unused to hunting, and wasn't hard to look at. Her pupils widened and contracted visibly as she looked him up and down. He wasn't nearly as big as some of the massive walls of brawn she had met among the Kvaren, but with a grin she told herself that size wasn't everything.

[color=ed1c24]"I'm not one to pass up fresh meat."[/color] Her ear-frill flicked at his thick accent, the dropped articulations making it tricky for her to understand. She didn't move until he beckoned her, and then her bare talons carried her quietly over to where he was working. [color=ed1c24]"As a matter of fact, I do. I also have a tent and bedroll that is plenty big enough for two."[/color] It was stated encouraginly. An offer, if he decided to take it. She dug a black claw into the waxed cork and unstoppered it with a glassy pop before setting it down within his reach. 

It was hard to not drool at the scent of the roasting meat, and Drache's nostrils flared widely as it started to smoke. But she would have considered it rude to eat before the hunter and waited for him to begin, reaching out only to help adjust or turn the pieces as they cooked so that he could finish with the carcass. She paused only to poke through the entrails to find the heart Raffey had discarded, and added it to the rest to cook for herself.

There was something lovely in working close to the flames, and the firespinner directed the flicking tongues with her mind so that they cooked the meat evenly without charring some pieces or leaving others still raw in the middle. It probably wasn't necessary, but any excuse to play with fire wasn't something she would pass up.

Crouching down, she finally sat down near the human, perched mostly on one hip as it was more comfortable that way than trying anything fancy like sitting cross-legged. Her tail twitched idly in the grass, and her scales glittered red like blood.

[color=ed1c24]"She? Someone you were separated from?"[/color] She knew he had been a captive but it hadn't occured to her that some of his party might have eluded the Kvaren. The nomads seemed to be incredible good at acquiring slaves. To avoid staring, Drache unfolded one of her wings and inspected the membranes, scratching fussily at a spot that tended to get dry in the cold wind.