Pysan flicked to the next page in his hunter's note book, sketching out a few more details and possible theories he had on what the situation might be with the Jagras. Larger than normal, but also their silhouettes looked off, lumps of meat and muscle slightly swollen in unusual places made him almost suspect injuries or infection, but they moved without limping or straggling. He felt his jaw stretch a bit and he raised the back of his hand to stifle the yawn before it could get out. He'd been up earlier than he'd planned, shaken in his bed last minute by a request from a particularly annoying black smith assistant on behalf of some researchers.<br/><br/>He'd gotten most of a night's sleep, so it wasn't so bad. He'd just have to swing by the cantina and fill up on one of the chef's power protein breakfasts, maybe grab an energy drink. Despite his internal coping with his lack of sleep, he was still feeling drowsy enough to nearly stomp on the Poogie that had decided to lay down in the middle of the docks. The little mascot had been sent squealing more than once by an unobservant hunter or handler, but never quite seemed to learn it's lesson. The boot came down an inch from it's snout and all that managed to do was cause the little swine to raise it's head, snort, slowly get to it's feet and saunter off.<br/><br/>"Go pick a better spot to sleep, you little pork chop." He muttered, no actual threat behind his voice. The thing was the unofficial mascot of the hunters for certain. Everyone seemingly sharing care and feeding for the thing, but because of that there was a definite issue of who actually was in charge of it, and no one really seemed to want to be the bad guy that had to discipline it. There weren't a lot of people with pets, although a few of the hunters seemed to go wild with their 'endemic research', and there were more than a few herbivore monsters being kept as work animals.<br/><br/>He holstered his journal at his hip and began the trek up the stairs from the loading area towards the smell of broiling meat and vegetables, with the soft white noise of crackling meat and spitting oils. He couldn't remember much about the taste of food from home, but he'd never had any complaints about the cooking around here, save for the fact it was hard to get anything that wasn't 90% meat. He respected the whole 'protein' point of view the Chef had, but some days he felt like maybe a nice bowl of fruit would be a good treat, or maybe even a salad once in a while. Ask for that and you'd just get the stink eye from their furry flavor master.<br/><br/>About half way up the climb he felt a tug at his thigh and he glanced down to see the pitch black shape of a familiar feline. "Hey Jet." He responded casually, only to be greeted with a series of unhappy mewls and a couple growls. "Yeah, well you were asleep. I didn't want to wake you, and it was just a quick scouting mission. You'd have been bored." He replied, only to get a quick snippet of grumbling from the Palico in response. "Alright, alright. Next time I'll wake you up, even if it's before the crack of dawn." He emphasized that last point before looking back towards the top of the stairs, a small meow of hesitation coming from Jet in response.<br/><br/>At the top of the stairs the scent of cooking wafted out like a heavy breeze in all directions from the heavy stone ovens. He could already feel his stomach starting to grumble as he'd made his way up the first step, but now it was almost in full rebellion. Jet's ears perked at the sound and he scampered off towards one of the attending Palico's near the counter, already prepping the meal order. The two were always in sync, which was why even though Jet complained, he'd felt that letting his Palico sleep in was the right choice. He slid into a nearby open table and let his greatsword down at his side, leaning it against the railing overlooking the rest of the camp with a sigh.<br/><br/>Looking down the way towards the workshops and forges he caught sight of one of the ranged hunters and her companion heading towards the cantina and waved. He proceeded to run his hands through the shoulder length messy black hair, pushing it back into place by raising his goggles up onto his forehead and letting out a heavy sigh. "Room for two more over here!" He offered as Jet and a second kitchen hand palico brought the breakfast order for himself and his companion to the table.