"... What now?" Kaliv blinked, then shrugged it off as a jest. "And the whole flower thing was reffering to your beuty((SP?))," He chuckled slightly, "Though I like to think myself silver-tounged, somtimes women just don't get it." He smirked slightly, saying it in a teasing tone. He took in a deep breath of the morning air - dew was dripping from the forest's leaves. Hitting the floor, it was foggy - but not too much so, in any case - he could still see the village that lied beyond.
It was suprisingly simple and humble, wooden houses with thatch-like roofings and chimneys. In the distance, specks of people busied themselves with their every day tasks. A low, quiet murmering of chatter within the village resounded off in the distance. Kaliv smiled fondly, despite their wolf forms and the rumours circulating about them being... Rather... Well, evil. They were a humble, friendly and hospitable people when not transformed.
"We'll rest here for an hour or so - no dbout some of you want to rest your legs and minds after the fight." He stated, moving down to sit on a rock. Breathing a sigh of relif for the refuge the sturdy wood gave his legs.
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