<blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Ha! Coming from the big lug who never seems to be full and constantly begs for more, You never had it so good!” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Beg? Me?" Kahmori places a hand on his chest, clutching at his heart as if the words had physically wounded him "Why, Vincent...it's only because you make the best slop in the land. I've traveled far and wide, looking for the best slop-cook...and trust me, you've got everyone else beat, hands down! Even when you try NOT to cook slop, it just turns out the same...a natural knack, you have." The kitsune shared a grin with the rat. He had to admit, he liked the the guy. His cooking, given what he was given to cook WITH...was not as bad as Kahmori made it sound. For a brief moment, the mischevious kitsune contemplates slipping up beside the ratling and applying just a bit more weight to the heavy pot he carried...but, that might very well deprive him of an extra helping that night. That...was something he didn't want to risk!<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Leather boot?” One of the female guards helping Kahmori unload the spices says as she was eager to join the little banter with a quip of her own. “You fiend! that’s were our supply of boots disappeared too” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Kahmori's ears perk, and he leans back to look up at the female who'd decided to jump in on the conversation "I see I've been discovered. What can I say. I love the taste of boots. I especially enjoyed the flavor of yours." A charming smile crosses his muzzle, and he reaches up to take her hand to help her out of the wagon. Seeming to think better of his method, he bypasses her hand entirely, slipping both of his own gently around her middle. With a single heft, he effortlessly lifts her out of the cart, spinning with her playfully before settling her down on the ground in front of him, just as lightly as a butterfly alighting on a flower.<br/><br/>" Perhaps..."His voice drops to a low, seductive whisper. In a surprizingly bold move, the philanderous kitsune leans down, giving her chin a flirty little lick. In an equally bold move, the hands around her waist slip just a little bit lower beneath her tail, and give her tush a soft, teasing squeeze. "You'd allow me the pleasure of tasting something other than the leather of your boots later..." His hands offer her rear one final, teasing squeeze, before he releases her, though the charming smile still remains. Winking at her playfully, he opens his mouth to say something else...<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> “Uninspired? This stuff keeps the blood warm and flowing. Full delicious meats and veggies, Everything the body needs…” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>When Drir ambles in, cutting off his sentence before it can ever really get started "...Veggies?" Kahmori turns to Drir, crossing his arms over his chest. The tone in his voice was pretty clear - disgust. It had almost become a running gag teasing the Kitsune as he picked every last vegetable out of whatever the day's meal was. Quips of 'You're not getting desert until you eat your vegetables!' and things along the same lines were pretty common.<br/><br/>"I guess it's one of the benefits of bein' a cow....likin' veggies.." A smug little smile spreads across the Kitsune's face - he had to be the only one in the world that had called a minotaur a cow and gotten away with it. The silence that had fallen over the camp the first time Kahmori had said it was almost deafening. The laughter that burst out of Drir afterwards...was. Perhaps it was just because Kahmori'd been the only one brave (Or stupid) enough to say it, but the two had been fast buddies ever since that night.<br/><br/>Always on top of his game, Kahmori follows Drir's gaze, his smug little grin only seeming to broaden as he notes what, exactly, the huge minotaur was looking at "Oooh, I know what you mean. Certain things do the body better than any vegetables...you perv." Laughing loudly, the energetic Kitsune gives the nine-foot tall minotaur a playful shove. He'd miss this lot when they reached the fort. Just shooting the bull (Figurativly speaking), enjoying life...sure, it was a dangerous trek, but they were having fun while doing it. It was almost saddening - this would likely be all gone when they reached the fort tomorrow.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> "Indeed, we must all do our upmost to enjoy the time we have," she says to no-one in particular, "because we will all have our fill of war soon enough. Hah, of course, we shall have 'our fill' in a pleasant way," she slowly runs a hand across her tight abdomen, "but they will also test the limit of our skills. Oh..."  </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Shoulder-to-arm with Drir, Kahmori's playful demeanor momentarily drops, his focus entirely on Xali and her little speech. She did have a way with words, he had to admit. Not to mention, the way she ran her fingertips along her slender middle...he knew exactly what she meant. They'd not always be dining on soups and stews...<br/><br/>As she said, the humans played to win. How the tribes would do in warfare of this magnitude....well, that was still to be seen.<br/><br/>Always optimistic, Kahmori pipes back up, thrusting his fist in the air for emphasis "Like you said, we have the best warriors. Any one of us here is a match for ANY human." He nods approvingly to those who'd started to gather around the fire, moving forwards to get a little bit closer to it, himself "Humans may play to win....but we're fighting for our land." He waits, letting the words sink in "Our families" Again, a brief pause "and our friends! We'll just have to make sure we fight ten times better, and ten times harder. Hell, if we have more folks like this on our side"<br/><br/>He makes a broad, sweeping gesture of everyone present "..I think we've already won." Whether or not Kahmori actually believe that was uncertain. However...he DID know one thing. Armies with high morale, with pride in their own abiliies, did better than those who had none. At every opportunity, he tried to enthuse those around him - if for no other reason than to keep morale - and hopes - high.<br/><br/>"Sides," He continues on, his serious overtone regaining a small hint of it's mirth " I think we have a pretty good grasp of strategy. As soundly as you and wolfie" He points an accusory finger at Xali and Alexei "..beat me in that accursed game, I don't think we could have anyone better on our side for strategy."<br/><br/>Of course, intruiged by any new game, Kahmori had given it a try. After a brief lesson (He caught in incredibly quickly, hinting that, perhaps, he was not the brainless oaf he acted like), he'd engaged both Xali and Alexei in a game of chess. Both times...he'd been soundly beaten. It was apparant he had a brilliant mind just from the moves he HAD taken. Of course, his mental prowess simply didn't even come close to matching the intellectual ability neither the wolf, nor the leopardess.<br/><br/>After soundly getting his tail kicked, he'd avoided the game like the plague.