Billy
Another day, another mini expedition into the wilderness. Gabriel strolls along the familiar forest, looking for more herbs and ingredients. His research and trials takes a fair bit of ingredients. It's to be expected when one is looking for a new recipe. In fact, the trial and error aspect is one of the things that makes it fun for Gabriel. It wasn't too long ago when he walked down this same forest only to find himself in a three-way battle. With an Oni and a Silnari, no less. What surprises await him this time? Whatever it is, hopefully it is not another dangerous situation. Gabriel hums softly. He has his nose raised in the air as he sniffs about for the scents of herbs. His braided hair is once again decorated with various wildflowers and leaves. The rays of sun peeking through the leaves reflect off of his bright green eyes. A loyal wolf friend pads along next to him. This wolf wears a loose hemp rope collar decorated with blue feathers of varied lengths.

`Gabriel has his Hunter's Nose perk active. He also has one Spirit Wolf, putting his Mana Cap at 105.`
Edwin
The slight breeze of morning day danced through-out the packed terrain, moving pass the swaying blades of green, its motion accumulating into the breathe of the wild woodland. The refreshing natural scent of recent rained nature, the sweet singing of birds flowing like fluid to the ears of many, and the sense of freedom which lived within would be an ideal place for any free-spirited soul. Such is the case for one certain Silnarii, whose exposed minty-green tresses swayed by the wind as the young maiden sauntered on a path clear off the undergrowth's thickets. She is a quiet one of the sorts, her hands crossed neatly on her chest, covered by a leather breastpiece before being overlapped by the forest green cloaklet she wore. 

Not much to say for her ~~NPC~~ companion, who trudged a wee way behind her. His grumbles remain heard of by the Silnarii, who shook her head lightly at her momentary client. For now, she enjoyed the nature walk, her head bobbing along the lullaby she had thought within her pretty head.
Billy
Said lullaby stopped abruptly, interrupted by a low growl. It was immediately followed by an inquisitive "Hm?" It sounded like it came from beyond some thickets off to the side of the path. The Silnari could perhaps some light rustling in that direction, but was it just the wind? Two pairs of eyes peer through from between the leaves; a green pair from about eye level with her and a pair bright yellow ones, lower than about half her height. 

The wolf had alerted Gabriel of their presence. Curious, he decided to peer through the bushes and see whom it was. He saw the Silnari first, her having been walking ahead of her companion. He knows he shouldn't stare, but he can't help but wonder what they were doing there. Maybe they were just passing by, or maybe they were looking for something. Should he come out and say hi? He doesn't want to alert them, but he decided it would be more suspicious to not come out and declare his presence. So step out he does with a smile and a wave, one hand on the wolf's head to signify it is friendly. "Hello, there! Fine day for a stroll in the woods, isn't it?"
Edwin
She had always been an attentive type; it was required for her profession, of course. And so with that slight whisper of motion from within the vegetation, there were only two options that she can muster. She drifted towards the former, of that being *Something* Or *Someone* Stalking the duo. She kept eye at the side, her yellow orbs fixated on that certain spot of the wild. Her irises contracting like a feline's.

There, passing through the blades of bushes and greens of trees, did she spot a pair shades of green glinting within the looming dark of the growth, reflecting off the light from the morning star. Her eyebrows slanted down, she halted in her movements, her irritated companion stopping in his drag as he looked onward with mild confusion. She had no time to formulate a thought when the young man had swiftly announced his presence as he came out of his comfortable hiding place. His canine companion, who did not pose a threat beside its supposed master, gave the Silnarii a slight sense of relief. She didn't want to quarrel with a wolf. Addressing the young man with a smile, her lengthy ears twitching at the sound of his voice.

"You be right as day, it be a shame for it to fall pregnant hours on."

The Silnarii spoke in a faint but recognizable lilt, her pretty face wearing a pleasant welcoming smile, her eyes speaking the same intent.
Billy
A small sigh escapes the Macen. Coming out to greet them seems to be the correct choice in this situation. He's not a fighter, so a misunderstanding is the last thing he wanted. They seem to be friendly enough too, which is favorable. He hopes he can keep it that way and avoid a confrontation. Gabriel places a hand on his chest, right over his heart, and bows to the pair. It seems to be a customary gesture in greeting from wherever the Macen hails. His left hand never leaves the wolf's head, though it moves in stroking motions. The wolf presses its head up against Gabriel's hand, tail wagging. It does not appear to be aggressive or upset. The canine wore a sort of collar, so one may assume it is at least tame.

"I hope I am not interrupting too much. I simply thought to say hello to a fellow traveler in these woods." Gabriel spoke in a dulcet tone. His voice is low, but lacks any roughness. "If you don't mind my curiosity, are you two travelers?"
Edwin
"Travelers? Close, we be *Armed* Travelers. Sell-swords, so to say."

She had replied, her arms remain crossed over her chest. With her slightly slanted posture, the Macen would be able to see her bladed armaments neatly tucked on the sides of her back, along with the soft shine of a draw-string laying in a diagonal position. With the length of it, one can assume it's a long bow. A wee seconds later, Gabriel would suddenly the arms of another figure around his shoulders, the stubbled face of an older man, whose breathe reeked that of his own filth-coated body.

"*What'ya doin' about this far from your shed, twig?*"

He spoke with a slight inflated tone as he humored the Macen, moreover centered around the wolf-master's natural build. Looking out for himself from the canine's distance, he removed his arm from the man, lest he has to use his sword against a low-leveled creature.
Billy
"Ah, so you are..." Gabriel looks over the Silnari's weaponry. Inwardly, he wonders if he should find a more secluded section of the forest for gathering. He seems to be running into quite a few of these armed folk recently. Who knows if the next one he comes across would be as hospitable as the ones before him. 

The stench of the older man would hit Gabriel first before any physical contact. His nose being as sensitive as they are, the smell overwhelms him. He instinctively scrunches his nose and focuses on ignoring the strong smell as much as he can. It doesn't go away completely, but at least he doesn't feel like fainting from sheer sensory overload.

"I... Am an herbalist, sir. Out on a supply run, picking herbs fresh from the source. Maybe find something new."

`Gabriel dropped his Hunter's Nose perk.`
Edwin
The Silnarii, was also in the killzone of her acquaintance's stench— and despised it so, since it had ultimately brought down a deal for them. Having to deal with such a trouble-maker had led her to the conclusion of *Ditching* Him the next time they're in village. *Get a bath, would you*. With a short-lived sigh, she sent the man a glare before uttering an apology towards the other young Macen. 

With that, she quickly moved on to the latest point of their discussion, ignoring the other sellsword's annoyed look as she centered her focus to this herbalist. She simply nodded along. 

"Quite confident on trudging these parts of the woodlands, say?"

She slowly bent her knees to a crouch, her head tilted to the side as she peered into the bright yellow orbs of the Macen's wolf. As a Silnarii of the grove, she practically grew up surrounded by trees— who the elders believed that they're capable of speech— and animals. 

"-I would be too, with this cute thing with you!" With a hand outstretching towards the wolf's top of the head, she attempted to pet the canine, fully confident that with her 'natural animal-friendly aura/scent' the young Macen's companion wouldn't decide to chomp down on her gloved hands.
Billy
Gabriel briefly shot the Silnari a look of sympathy. He only met this man for a few minutes and already could not stand the stench. He can only imagine what it'd be like for her. It must not be an overly pleasant travel. That is, unless she'd grown accustomed to it. Not that Gabriel would know either way. 

Gabriel watches, bemused, as the Silnari crouched down to his wolf friend. It was a summoned wolf. *His* Summoned wolf. Naturally it would obey any commands Gabriel gave it. They have a telepathic link too, so others won't necessarily know it. For her though, the wolf will be on its best behavior.

The canine sat down and tilted its head, ears forward, attentive. It mirrors the Silnari's movement, its eyes bright and curious. As she reached over its head, it stared at her hand much like what dogs would do when you try to pet them. It doesn't chomp or snarl or give any indication of such a desire at all.

"I can protect myself to a degree, but having a friend with me definitely helps. Especially when his nose is more sensitive than mine. Sometimes he notices things before I do, like how he found you." Gabriel chuckles. "You like wolves? Or just animals in general?"
Edwin
The Silnarii let out a chuckle, stroking the wolf's head with affection. During her young age, the thought of keeping a wolf were a nigh impossibility; the care it takes for a single voracious creature such as this could amount for six or eight within her tribe. And she hadn't much time to fully 'civilize' a wild one. 

"Ah, me? Quite surprised, I don't smell as much." She remarked, a small snicker escaping her lips. Her ungodly scented companion picked up, the volume of the elf made her intent clear as water. He let out a short growl, turning his direction elsewhere. 

"I'm always quite fond of creatures who understand my language much as I understand theirs." As an 'elf of the woods', she was born with the natural ability to converse with the wild— either through their speech, or pictography and motions. With creatures such as wolves who lack the capability to speak, the latter is unanimous. 

"*Long-Ears! Let's get a move on!*" Shouted the older Macen, who stood his ground with a vexed look upon his face; moreover, directed towards the young Macen and his non-humanoid companion. With what he said registered by the elf, she once again let out a puff of air, pushing herself up from her lurked position to a straight posture. There, she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Well then, we'll be off your gutter. I wish for your safe return, *Wolfram.*" 

She gave the young man a swift pat on the shoulders, her free-hand reaching towards her back to grip the hanging hood, pulling it up over her head afterwards. With that, the *Wood Elf Ranger* Ambled towards her companion- once again, taking in the vanguard.