<div class="floatright">(http://i63.tinypic.com/1zq8oc6.jpg)</div><br/>Pozhvim slinks up to his feet. His eyes do flicker to the little nook hidden up in the light-shaft where he keeps his dresses rolled up, but while he stretches languidly, he doesn’t reach for them.<br/><br/>Even after being with the tribe for years, he’s less comfortable in his nudity than the average kobold, but he’s working on it in his slow, sure way. He’s not a bad-looking kobold at all…Agile enough to keep up with Nug, and sometimes even Mogroom -- which is saying something -- but smooth-limbed where Nug’s rather muscular for a kobold. Short for a male…So short that she can look him in the eye. Mostly, though, what makes him attractive is that he doesn’t seem to really be aware that he is, and he listens to and works with pretty much anyone.<br/><br/>...Well, that and the obvious signs of dragon-blood in his toothy smile. Poz has some seriously fangy jaws on him.<br/><br/>Pozhvim scoops up the sling which he sometimes uses for small game and the pouched, human-made belt that he throws over one shoulder. He has some smooth rocks he’s gathered for the sling (which he keeps separate from pretty rocks he’s collected or been given, in different pouches).<br/><br/>After that, he slips the tip of his tail through the strapped, jagged metal blade which he sometimes wears on it and bends unselfconsciously to tighten the straps that anchor it. He gives a quick little flick with his tail towards the wall, just enough to feel the straps' comfortable snugness and reassure himself that it's well attached.<br/><br/>During this little ritual, Pozhvim has been mulling over Nug’s statement. She doesn’t usually have a negative attitude about hunting, but…Ah? He cocks his head slightly at her, studying her expression carefully, then essays a hesitant smile. “Okay. We’ll…See what you can catch?”