Christopher
*Terrel would make his way through the forests of Silnaria, a lead woven around his gloved hand as his horse would follow just behind him. It was nice to finally make it out of the Capitol, being met with the solitude the forests typically provided for most travelers heading between cities. The sun seemed to bore down on his back with the warmth it provided only for the cold wind to easily sweep away whatever effect it had given. It seemed winter was still biting back against the incoming spring, but it was only a matter of time.

 The Elf would shift the direction he was heading, turning so that he walked more in the direction of Salvania where he could probably supply back up without the presence of Silnari to question him. After having to fight against a whole horde of them, he had grown tired of the magic users for the time being. Ironic how he could have become the same.

His hand would raise up towards he steed, giving him a light pat on the side of his snout.*"I'll forgive you for the one mishap."*He'd say to him, a joking grin appearing on his face in act of having to talk to his own animals when traveling out of town for several days at a time. They never really understood one another, though it was always better than traveling in complete silence all the way to their destination.*"Just try not to run off as far next time."
Richard
Another day, another hunt. Much as the Silnarian authorities insisted otherwise, the forests around their great capitol were far from safe. Darkened canopies of leaves and winding paths that sprawled in every direction often concealed predators and brigands alike, laying in wait for a mark to venture within.

Ashnard was arguably both of these dangers at once. Perched upon a thick branch, leaves hid his form from both the debilitating rays of sun above and those who wandered below. His own keener senses, however, kept him fully aware of all who came and went, and now his nose caught something that always set his blood pumping; the scent of an elf.

The canifor awaited until his target was no more than a yard away before leaping off the branch. He landed on his paws with finesse that belied his imposing height and armoured carapace covering him from neck to heel, startling the poor steed in the process. Just when that horse had begun recovering from its last fit of panic. The assailant had greying black fur on his head and bore a wolfish smile, blood-red eyes leering at the masked elf. The fur on the back of his head was neatly braided akin to the tribal folk to the east. Had it not been for his twisted armour and a sharp tail resembling a scorpion sting, the canifor would look like any common brigand. But perhaps Terrel would have to deal with more than he bargained for.

"A lone elf, lost in the woods," He mused sardonically in Silnarian, carrying a distinct Lymian dialect and resonating with a deep growling that most wild canifor spoke with. "And what might he be, one wonders; a scout, a messenger... Or perhaps a boy on an errand?"
Christopher
*Terrel's horse would let out a whinny of fear, tugging away at the lead and forcing the Elf to have to suddenly tighten his hold on it to stop the horse from suddenly dashing off into the woods. That would be a whole search that he wouldn't be looking forward to doing. Flashing his gaze over at the sudden ambusher, the Elf would lower his free hand to the hilt of his sword, the only thing stopping him from pulling it out fully being that of his nervous horse.

It would take some time for the steed to calm a little, at least enough for Terrel to actually be able to fully focus on the Canifor. A Canifor. Of course it was a Canifor now of all times. He had to admit it had been so long since he's seen one, so long to the point where he assumed they were in hiding somewhere unbeknownst to him. Well that and the fact that they were in Silnari lands.

The Canifor seemed to be teasing him, something the Elf had grown to used to at this point of traveling back and forth between cities.*"Lost is a strong word."*He'd decide to say back in a less amused tone, the initial shock of him appearing gradually vanishing the longer he went about talking to him. He seemed to speak Silnarian though his accent suggested he was from elsewhere. It was a wonder what he was doing out here if not trying to attack random people that passed by.

With Ash questioning what he must be in a rather exaggerated way of speaking, he'd eventually respond.*"A traveler. Though I'm guessing you must not get a lot of them around here."*He'd say with a witty tongue.*"Your greeting could use some work. Nearly scared away my horse, that's about half of what a traveler needs right there."
Richard
"The horses are wise, you know. They understand when to run and when to stand their ground. Perhaps you should listen to yours more often, 'traveller'," The black beast retorted with a snarl. Though he bore no visible weapons, he looked more like a weapon by himself; all stygian fangs and horns and teeth alongside a tail curling behind his back like a flail, waiting to be unleashed.

"I do see quite a few 'travellers' around these woods. For them, of course, I am the last thing they see."
Ashnard flashed his canines in a dark grin and cracked his knuckles before tilting his head in mild bemusement. "*That* Is new, however. An elf, dressed like swine. Truly a representative of Silnari beliefs, if I'd say so myself," He deadpanned.

Though the beast already stood far too close for comfort, he made no hostile moves... Yet. Still, a keen eye could see that underneath bristled fur, his muscles were taut as a bowstring, bracing to pounce at the slightest movement. Unblinking red eyes never left his target.

"I will ask this only once, *Elf*, and I expect a straight answer. Who is it that you answer to, that you fight for?" For anyone familiar with canifor, it was obvious that lying would just earn his ire. One might have odds of matching the beast in a fight, but the odds of deceiving him were next to none. And if the horse's burgeoning fear was any indication, time was running short.
Christopher
"Last time I listened to him, I ended up in a battle against a monastery full of elves."*He'd reply back. It was questionable if that was true, but anyone there would know it was. It seemed the Canifor was on the edge of snapping, most likely swift enough to get a cheap shot on him if need be.

The Elf would keep an eye on his movements, watching the curl of his tail and baring fangs. It didn't take a perceptive Elf to tell he was itching to fight, though the note of bristling furs helped. For what reason he seemed this way, Terrel wasn't quite sure yet. If he wanted to rob him, surely he would have attempted to already. The Canifor was patronizing him more than anything.*

"Listen, I didn't come out into the forest to be questioned by a Canifor dropping from the trees."*He'd say with a hint of sarcasm.*"You want to know who I answer to? Myself. You want to know who I fight for? Myself. Frankly the only reason I'm dressed as a hog is because of myself and any traveler daring to walk throughout all the countries several times over are probably doing it for *Thenselves*."

*He repeated the word, not knowing what more the Canifor expected him to be doing out here. Maybe he considered this place his or something of the sort which was strange considering each time he said the word 'elf' it always seemed to have a shift in tone, suggesting something against them. Actually that was probably nothing new at this rate.*