Krysteena wrote:Ahead of Krysteena, the campfire was dying down, and the soft light and warmth that emanated from it was giving way to the harsh and cold reality of Highmountain's true climate. Her armour, meant more for warmer temperatures, was doing little to stop the wind that was blowing in, and Felrius, as scraggly and thin as he was, was no help. Neither were suited for the climate, but where the warchief instructed her to go, Krysteena would follow with dogmatic loyalty. She just wished that that loyalty would land her in a warmer place next time, with more than just burly bears and the occasional rabbit to hunt. If Krysteena didn't get anything challenging to hunt soon, she was afraid her aim would begin to suffer as a result.
So lost in her thoughts, Krysteena didn't notice when a fellow hunter moved to sit down nearby, no doubt hoping to benefit from the minimal heat of the rather sad-looking campfire. Trueshot Lodge, within the main building, was a warm and inviting place, but it always grew busy on nights when it was cold, and Krysteena didn't care for feigning interest in whatever stories some of the hunters would be no doubt detailing within. Perhaps this newcomer was much the same. Krysteena could appreciate that, at the very least, and she cast a bored glance over to where the other had sat.
It was only for a moment, and Krysteena's emerald gaze immediately settled back onto the dying fire. In the few seconds she had had, the most interesting thing Krysteena determined was that he was a Blood Elf, and seemed to appreciate simpler armour over the extravagant many of their kind seemed to drift towards. Again, Krysteena could appreciate that. However, she had no intentions of striking up conversation, and simply rested a had atop Felrius' head as both an act of companionship and careful monitoring. The wolf raised his head a small amount, but it quickly dropped back down to his paws with a soft thump. The stranger was of no interest to him, either, and so Krysteena thought nothing more of it.
That was until, within her peripheral, she caught sight of something significantly more interesting. Wrapped loosely around the other hunter, Krysteena had taken it for some sort of strange garment at first. However, when the 'garment' moved, she saw that it was, in fact, definitely not a piece of clothing. It instead appeared to be a dragonhawk, sluggish in the dropping temperatures, but also keenly alert. Krysteena didn't often seen hunters with dragonhawks at all, even those of her own kind, and she was guilty of this, to a certain extent. Holding reverence for a beast so perfect in design, Krysteena watched the other's companion for a small moment, before her gaze once again returned to the fire. She chose now to speak, and hoped the small gesture on her behalf might be well-received.
"I see you stick well to your roots," Krysteena commented, gaze unwavering and voice belying minimal emotion. Even then, for those who knew her, speaking first was an inclination of interest. Whether the other chose to respond or not would determine whether that interest would remain. "I rarely see dragonhawks being used now. I mostly see wolves and cats and bears." She ignored Felrius' perking up at the first beast mentioned. "I'm not usually one for speaking out of turn, but your companion has caught my eye. May I ask for a name of which to call your beast, and perhaps yourself?"

Ah... h-hello. I'm sorry I... I didn't notice anyone else was here. It's a lot colder up here than I'm used to. Argorok's feeling it pretty bad, as you can see.

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I guess it's kind of... stereotypical? An elf with a dragonhawk... We've been together since I was young. I have other pets too but Arg here is always with me no matter what.

Ah! Well, as I said my dragonhawk's name is Argorok. And I... that is my name is Varethyn. Varethyn Swiftrunner.

S-sorry, I'm not used to being around other people. I usually stick to myself with only my pets for company. You... seem to like Arg. Best not let him know that, he loves attention.

That's a beautiful wolf you have with you. What is his name? Oh, and yours of course.