[Martin watches carefully as the wolf sits down before relaxing slightly at the words, inclining his head in appreciation. He does simply need more time, after all.]
Thank you.
[He goes right back to the whole bow and arrow business, though he hardly gets far into his next attempt before his mind prods at him that something about the prior exchange wasn't quite right. He straightens up, twisting to peer over his shoulder and then scanning the woods around him before hesitantly side-eyeing the wolf, uncertain.]
Ah... you--
[He stops himself before he actually asks a question. He isn't far gone enough to justify asking a wolf if it just spoke to him. It wouldn't end well, even if he did-- either it is a talking wolf (therefore it's of the magic variety and he's in more danger than he thought), or it isn't (therefore someone stumbles upon him talking to a plain, regular wolf in the middle of the woods). Neither option is appealing.]
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Thank you.
[He goes right back to the whole bow and arrow business, though he hardly gets far into his next attempt before his mind prods at him that something about the prior exchange wasn't quite right. He straightens up, twisting to peer over his shoulder and then scanning the woods around him before hesitantly side-eyeing the wolf, uncertain.]
Ah... you--
[He stops himself before he actually asks a question. He isn't far gone enough to justify asking a wolf if it just spoke to him. It wouldn't end well, even if he did-- either it is a talking wolf (therefore it's of the magic variety and he's in more danger than he thought), or it isn't (therefore someone stumbles upon him talking to a plain, regular wolf in the middle of the woods). Neither option is appealing.]