In the end Wiflor thought very little of it.  A lick, a kiss, a sign of affection was not just a sign of deep love or seeded desire.  It was a show of good will, and at times friendships.  But few would understand that much for in the end what could anyone know about how another mind worked?  Perhaps some knew a bit too much in the end as Cyrus came to catch up with her.<br/><br/>How simple the gesture, fingers to run into her hair and gently offer a thought through physical means.  A kindness at the ends of touching that so too did Wiflor know since her times with the scholar that sought to study and teach her.  The touch would catch her attention however, her gaze turning to catch sight of him as he held the shining product.  This caused her to pause, watching it as it glinted and sparkled in the sunlight, her eyes zoning in on the colorful jewels and the sheen of polished metal.  Wiflor's eyes would dart often, looking from ruby to sapphire, ruby to sapphire, back and forth across it time and time again to make sense of the lights only to be given pause as it was placed in her hand.<br/><br/>It was only at that moment she realized the shape of the collar, her fingers lacing around it as her other hand rose to take hold of it, moving it and examining it's shape.  In the end it was difficult not to be distracted by the shimmering details but she remembered at the time, and it was a memory she sought still.  She had something like this before though it felt to be so long ago when she was still with the scholar that liked playing in their book.  The material was so different, the last one had but a silvery tinged buckle and pure leather strap, but this shape was so much more the same.  Life was so much different the moment she was given it and it was put around her.  So much less struggling, and so much less pain.<br/><br/>Wiflor's eyes soften at the memory, staring into the collar before she brought it closer still, rubbing her cheek against it.  Immediately after however she took to put that very thing on herself, gently working it under her own hair and snapping it closed.  Something about her motions seemed like she knew what it was, but something about her actions also seemed accepting of the idea.  She felt she understood what a collar was, for in her eyes?  In the eyes of Wiflor?  A collar was a promise...A promise to a new life.<br/><br/>She never understood gold, but she never understood wealth either.  She did like shimmering, sparkling, shiny, and colorful but she usually wasn't too distracted by it most the time.  Wiflor was silent and strangely calm after being gifted the collar and as they made their way to town she all but became a model citizen.  Silently smiling and standing by the wagon she watched the dirt roads, the town too far on the outskirts to have paved lands or cobbled streets.  But it was enough to get what they needed.  Sturdy Wagons and a series of horses rather mere mules to be had to seemingly tempt Wiflor.<br/><br/>But there was no tempting.  No matter what horse passed by she didn't turn her eyes on them.  In the end however it was because she was in her own series of thoughts, thinking about what a new life meant.  No more cold rains outside and no more hunger pains when no dead creatures could be found or predators were killed thinking to prey on her of all things.  Caught up in her own thoughts she'd only bother to pay heed to one thing off and on.  The one that gave her the collar.<br/><br/>She paid heed when Cyrus was around.  When he wasn't finding trades for the excess supplies she'd sometimes stray from her area to follow behind him, but always return to the wagon quickly after a few steps.  Sometimes he'd be far from her and she'd just watch with upturned ears.  Some eyes kept track of her as they walked through the town but most cast her off as some sort of pet or enslaved creature with the collar adorned by the tiger like girl.  It was only to the end that someone other then Cyrus caught her eye.<br/><br/>Children coming close time and time again to get a better look at his 'pet'.   Some were really daring, thinking to run on by and pull on her arm,  and others her tail, but her reaction was always calm.  One however turned out to be a real daredevil, sneaking up behind Wiflor and suddenly screaming that in turned caused her to all but jump from a straight stand to the top of the wagon.  In the end she never did so much as raise a claw however, nor make a face other then a smile.  Save for the one kid that scared her...She couldn't help but be wide eyed by that, and perhaps be made to slowly drag her claws out from the wood of the wagon.<br/><br/>When they were finally making their way out of town Wiflor would not be in a poor state of mind.  Moving to walk alongside the wagon again some of the children would follow up to half an hour out of town even if they had to sneak far behind.  By an hour out they would no longer be around and the second hour she'd be happy to accept her treat.  The treat of the meat cuts that Cyrus sought to give to her.  However if Cyrus sought to have Wiflor reach a point where she couldn't eat anymore?  He'd be sorely disappointed.<br/><br/>Pork, Beef, Chicken, Elk, Boar, Even bits of the dragon meat from the little killing, nothing was enough but she also never sought it.  No matter how much she would be given she'd eat it, no changes in her figure notable as things quickly disappeared within her body and became a true energy.  By the end of his all too large purchase nothing would remain unless he withheld it on his own.  In a way she was a girl who could always be hungry, but in another she was a girl who was satisfied with even a sliver of food.  She was simply happy to have what she could get, and that much showed even for the large meal.<br/><br/>Night falling meant so little.  Wiflor would stay well awake and keep watch of the scene for a time but as Cyrus began showing signs of fatigue Wiflor would mimic it, in truth trying to make it so in order to keep on the same lengths as him.  And by the time Cyrus sought to rest, Wiflor would do the same, crawling in after him.  However that night Wiflor wouldn't just sleep by his side.  That night Wiflor would be wrapped around him through most of the hours of rest and even as sunlight showed...<br/><br/>The morning Wiflor would wake first, watching with a smile until Cyrus woke as well.  Still wrapped in her arms she'd see his eyes and know to greet him well, gently rubbing her nose against his forehead before at last letting him go and rushing out of his tent.  Almost immediately she'd notice the circle of wagons and give some pause, watching them with a quirked ear.  Between getting the extra wagons and getting the rest of the materials from the tower and the peculiar fashion to have them all surrounding one specific spot.  She questioned the reasons in the end however still remained watching and looking about until either Cyrus or Atticus came in sight.