Kahmori dips his quill back in the little inkwell clutched between his thighs. It was a wonder, with all the bumps and jostles, the white-furred Kitsune was not WEARING that ink by now. Still, it seems some god of luck had blessed him in that respect, as - jostle after jostle - he remains uninked. Twirling the tip of his quill around in the inkwell, he picks it back up, applies it to some small, leather-bound book he seemed be writing it. It was unmarked, and undescript, but given that every night just before bed-time he had his nose buried in it, it was likely pretty easy to tell it was a journal of some sort.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Camilla is a sweetheart...~</span>He repeats in his head, rolling the words around until they finally seemed to fit what he was going for<span style="font-style: italic">~A squirrel, bout five and a half feet tall. Seems to have a 'thing' against wearing clothes - which really doesn't bother me in the slightest.~</span><br/><br/>A broad, toothy grin spreads across the handsome Kitsune's face, a quiet little chuckle rising in his throat as he reads the words over. Almost eagerly, he reapplies the quill to the paper...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~She is...~</span>He pauses, bites his lower lip...and scribbles out the little part, restarting it...<br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Not a...~</span>....No, that didn't sound right either. Hrm.<br/><br/>Chewing thoughtfully on the feather-clad tip of his little pen, he idly gazes at the other two who shared the meager space in the back of the wagon. A leopardess, pretty good looking one. He'd actually caught himself gazing at her a few times. The way she walked with a very calculated grace, ensuring she had a seductive 'sway' in her every step. It was tantelizing, that was for sure. The other guy - a wolf. Carried a mean-looking stick, with plenty of mean-looking points on it. He'd kinda kept to himself, it seemed...then again, Kahmori was normally too busy out having fun to really chat with him. Something he'd have to rectify soon.<br/><br/>Hrm.<br/><br/>Returning his attention to his journal, Kahmori stares down at it, straining to find the words....<br/><br/>Bugger.<br/><br/>Once more, his attention returns to the two crammed into this damn little wagon with him. Wolf guy had some crazy looking eyes....DEFINANTLY something he'd have to ask about later.<br/><br/>Leopardess...had some very shapely legs. Kahmori lets his gaze idly wander upwards along her calves...along her thighs...<br/><br/>AHHA!!<br/><br/>The big Kitsune immediently reapplies quill to paper, scribbling furiously<span style="font-style: italic">~Lusty little thing she is....oh, the amount of fun we've had together. Can tell...~</span><br/><br/>He continues to scribble furiously, making little doodles in the corners of the paper....<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “It’s time for some grub!” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Exactly what Kahmori'd been waiting on!<br/>An excuse to get out of this cramped little wagon, and give his legs a good stretch. His rear was so sore from bouncing along this damn road - it felt like it was MADE out of bumps. Yet, he was too lazy to walk...so, ride he did.<br/><br/>"Woo! Lunch time, folks!" He leans over and gives Alexei a rough little slap on the leg, grinning practically from ear to eat "I gotta admit, for bein' military types...they can cook up some mean grub, huh? Geez, my legs are sore..." He complains softly, stretching his legs out in front of him, trying to work out the kinks before he even tried to stand up and crawl out of the wagon.<br/><br/>Popping the top back on his inkwell, blowing on the quill to make the ink dry, and closing up his Journal, he stuffs all three back into his torn little backpack. The poor thing looked like it had seen better days...<br/><br/>"Ahh...hopefully, they add a few more spices to the grub today. Can't get spicy enough, y'know!" Finally content that he had blood flowing through his legs again, the energetic Kitsune hops to his feet, stretches one more time - even his tail (Or tails, as it were - curled around each other) stretching straight out behind him - and casually hops out of wagon just behind Xali, landing on the ground with a soft *thud*.<br/><br/>"C'mon, big guy! Or y'ain't getting a bite!" He calls over his shoulder playfully, making his way casually towards a group that had started to unpack. He was not above helping, and set to it with a vigor, chatting amiably the entire time.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "But this sumptuous meal shall have a bitter aftertaste, for this is the last day I shall spend in such mah-velous  company... I do so wish we could all get to know one another better." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>The black-capped ears sitting high atop the snowy-furred Kitsune's head perk up and towards Xali as she spouts her 'high crust' quip...and he can't help but laugh. Sheesh, she was a strange one! Dressed like nobility, coming out of the back of the most uncomfortable wagon he'd ever been squeezed into...<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Mmm, and Kahimori? You will bring me some food and drink, won't you? It would be very kind of you."  </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Briefly looking up, the energetic Kitsune meets her gaze, a faint little smirk creeping across his muzzle. Despite the many fine gifts she'd been given from other, despite so many others that had fallen to her flirts and charms...Kahmori had not quite been 'caught' yet. An elusive one, he was proving to be..<br/><br/>Putting on an equally 'ritzy' air, Kahmori stands at attention like any good butler 'Ov Cass, Madam! Shall I run you a warm bath, as well?!'<br/><br/>The humor in his voice was thick, as if he was trying to prevent himself from laughing. Dropping the far over-done facade, his muzzle splits into an even broader grin 'Sure, I'll get you some grub. Would you prefer slop, or something with a bit less flavor, but more edible?"