Vulpinsula & Surroundings Call of the Hunt

[Minerva]

Minerva finally too could take a rest. Fighting and hunting were her primary joys in life, ones she excelled at, but rapidly shooting from her heavy bow was exhausting, especially when she was at disadvantage. However, just as Miothiyle, Minerva would neither let herself to be taken, defeated or humiliated. She was a huntress, sired by the god. She would not become a prey to any common beast.

Thinking about this, as the other vixen dropped onto the deer carcasses, Minerva joined her. she cared little for the lives she had taken, but she cared a lot for the life of the other huntress. As Miothiyle started to shake, Minerva, accustomed to it being a sign of being cold, embraced her warmly. Her own frozen fury from the battle gone, as well as the flame of the ecstasy from before. There was one thing that Minerva now felt. Care. Care for the soul beside her.

So when the red vixen sat up and tried to stand, the arctic one followed. Minerva didn't understand why her mate was so upset with this. The two won after all, came out with only minor wounds and a glorious story to say to their kits. She remembered harshness of her mother when Minerva failed in any of her hunts, crying herself until her tears too froze like her heart. She felt passion, she felt ecstasy, joys were still reachable. But she couldn't fully get the sadness.

Confused on what to do now, Minerva once again moved to embrace her mate. Knowing that those feel good no matter what, trying to lighten her mood. Even if she did not understand, she did care to not see her mate suffer. "I will. Serving the army I will have easy time to do the report... Aalu qajaasua, whatever it is that pains you, I want to know it. I don't wish to see you suffer. Let me help... Please?"

 

[Marble]

It took them a moment to even realise that Minerva had come over, trying to stop her hands shaking as she went for her water skin to wash her hands and find out how bad the wound on her chest was. Obviously the arrow wasn't stuck in her but her shirt was torn open with a nasty gash seeping blood onto the remaining fabric. She heared them but her words were not quite her own.
"I am just weak do not worry" How did this woman fall for her so quickly, Miothiyle was a rejected child, she was not born of gods but instead taken in by one out of pitty. Minerva had done it all oh so easily, she seemed almost joyus to the slaughter they had just caused.

"Killing people... it is pointles, it is painful to take a life, we have won yes but... what have we won, I am surrounded by fools that rushed to die for no reason." Her hands still shaking even in Minerva's grip as she doesn't look at the other fox. Would she hate her for being so vulnerable and not beeing as eager for slaughter.

The anexity of being in a new relm, feeling nervous about this stranger being so enamoured by her, not knowing how to respond to her own feelings about the vixen, the fear of rejection when she finds out about her difference, perhaps anger. Was she inadvertadly decieving her? She wasn't sure what the people of this new land would think about people like her, even less so someone from the far north.

Finally she would look up to Minerva, trying to hide the tears in her eyes as everything just overwhelemd her. Compared to the hunter of the frost she was weak, her lands were much more welcoming to life than the cold expanse of her companion, food was easier to get and evidently she wasn't used to his much violence.
"I'm sorry to be a dissapointment" would be the words that came out of her mouth as she looked away again and tried to pull away to deal with the deer, though she wouldn't have much drive to resist Minerva stopping her

 

[Minerva]

Minerva didn't exactly know how to respond to it all. Life had prepared her for many things. But not for this.

One thing she knew for sure was that she was not going to let Miothiyle go. Minerva reached out and grasped the other vixen by their arm. "Let me tend to your wound." She said to stop them in any way. Minerva voice showed how vulnerable she was herself now, the idea of being left by someone she had such high hopes about was suddenly soul crushing. She spent her life as a hermit. She was not going to let the first soul she felt connection with, seemingly mutual at that, to leave.

Taking out a thick scarf from her bag, one that Minerva didn't wear in a long time due to the relatively hot (to her) weather, she cleansed the chest wound Miothiyle had with some water and put the scarf around it to keep it safe from the elements. While working, she didn't say a thing, her movements were efficient and quick, but the arctic vixen had fear in her eyes.

She had no idea truly what to do. He mother would now give a lecture of how weakness needs to be culled. Her experience did not agree at all with Miothiyle, whispering that in this world you are either a hunter or you are hunted. So many clashing thoughts and desires really made her mellow, bringing back the kit she was when she first picked up the bow and the hardships of survival training had started. And only after a good moment of silence, spent on considering that, she finally spoke with shy hesitation, holding other Vixen's paws in hers.

"Miothiyle, I don't see weakness in you. We did what we had to protect ourselves, you too fought after all with all you had. That makes you anything but weak in my eyes. You do not dissapoint me. I don't know you well, but I still see a vixen I feel that can understand me, is my true equal and a beast I want to know fully. If you call this a weakness, mine is letting you go now. I have been alone for too long."

Her voice was softer than ever, lacking that brazen confidence Minerva held in passion or coldness of her usual approach to all matters. It was still Minerva speaking, but there she was raw, prompted by the fear she never felt in her life. Fear of becoming lonely not by choice, but by the circumstances.

 

[Marble]

An uncertain nod, shrugging off her gear and the torn shirt so that the other may tend to the gash across her chest. By the looks of it the arrow had skimmed across her chest, cutting into the soft tissue of her breast causing it to bleed quite a lot but utlimatly not a serious wound.

She did admire the other vixen, enjoying the brief time together, how she would make her heart skip with her words and flirtation, the way she had shared her hunt with them, and goddess the excitment of kissing them. At the same time though was Marble enough for them, they were both huntresses and both very good at what they did, but it was true that Marble had it easier, that she was not god blooded like the other, and killing people was hard for her. It was nice though to have them tend to her, to feel their touch as thjey were gentle in their care.

"And I would do it again. Those insante beasts just... they came out of nowhere in strenght to take just two deer. Saw two skilled huntressess and instead of realiseing they were fucked they just kept comming into the slaughter! How are you supposed to deal with that, slaughtering what a dozen people who were crazed to kill and die with no sense of self preservation. I am a hunter, I kill ferals be they dumb deer or vicious feline, and yes I do hunt monsters and fight vermin but goddess is it hard to kill someone. You seem to have it easy. I don't want to leave you alone because your nice but also at the same itme I don't want to dissapoint you in what I am and..." Words catching in her mouth as she tried to figure out the words and realizing she probably looked a little silly with her earlier outburst and how emotional she got.
"Also... I do not know the word in your language but if we are to be dating you should know I am... different." It was difficult and she felt her throat clench with fear as it came out

 

[Minerva]

While Miothiyle was speaking, Minerva didn't hide her relief. "I don't want to leave you alone..." "...if we are to be dating..." The biggest worry the vixen had was now gone. Her tail wagged as she smiled. Her ears perked up again. She lowered herself to sit on the ground, gently pulling the other vixen with her.

"Well. I then wish to know it. If you did lie with something, that is okay too. I can understand doing so when talking to someone. If there is something you think is disappointing, I want to help you overcome it. If you don't want to, then I will help you accept it." Minerva gave her honest assurances. She was very goal-oriented, and if she could help other huntress, one that she cared for, to feel better, she would.

All in all, this harsh, distrustful, loner arctic vixen had a soft side that emerged as she felt the need to be seen and to see truly someone else. She decided to encourage her chosen mate with showing a bit more of her own struggles. "You see, I was never given ability to be soft. Ever since I could pick up the bow and pull the string, I was expected to not fail. My land, the winter spirit, my mother... they all demanded it from me. I know however how difficult it is. I cried many times, went asleep starving, cold and most importantly always alone. I am bothered not by the harshness of life, but it was being alone, even if I should be used to it, that got me to leave. Other northerners did never like me, seen me as heretical for my divine bloodline, claiming it is impossible."

Sitting there with Marble, sharing their frozen heart that thawed thanks to finding someone who Minerva hope would understand, the vixen moved to hold the other one. "No matter how different you are. I want to know it. I am seen as different myself so I guess we can be different together."

 

[Marble]

Marble couldn't help but smile as she saw the arctic fox's ears perk up and tail start to wag. Tilting her head and nuzzling under the others snout and resting on her chest.
"I am not lying about anything." Trying to keep the volume of her voice level, not wanting to sound angry or upset.
"I am a woman, I am adopted by the goddess of the hunt, I can not think of anything that might be misleading or a lie." Slowly standing up a little better now as she looks around at the carnage, hoping that none were still alive and struggling in pain. Taking a deep breath and looking back at Minerva.
"Then be soft with me. Let me ensure you never go hungry again. Be never alone again. Let us be together for however long we find comfort in each other. Let you know who I am and know my difference. Let us be true of our weaknessess and be strong together. I am Miothiyle of Thermodon, Huntress of Artemis, and I am happy for you to know me as I know you."

Offering her hand to help Minerva up.
"So, I would very much like to go back to the city and get some drinks. How do we deal with this mess, you are a law keeper of this land and I would rather not spend the next few years in a cell for protecting ourselves from these vermin"

 

[Minerva]

Minerva nodded as she grabbed other vixen's paw and standing with her help. Despite Marble's request, there was one thing that the vixen still wished to do. As soon as the two were upright, Minerva moved and gave Miothiyle the kiss that was earlier denied. It wasn't one driven by passion alone. It was deep, long, possessive even, but most importantly, one of genuine affection.

Parting with a smile Minerva spoke while gently caressing other vixen's muzzle. "And I am Minerva Frosttail. Daughter of Winter and guardian of the frostlands. I am happy to call you my Talli, my mate, for as long as our gods will allow for. My bow is yours, your prey is mine. I shall protect you till my final light." Only after that she fully let go and moved to take the deer.

"And worry not aalu qajaasua, I am what they call a garrison soldier. Should I mention those were the bandits, I am assured not only there will be no harm coming to us, but we may get rewarded for it! And if not, I shall take it upon me for taking you here." The arctic vixen assured, now ready to depart after getting both her equipment and the deer ready for travel.

"Now, drinks you say? I am intrigued to see what you are familiar with, not plenty of those where I come from." Minerva chuckled softly. Then sombred. "But it may be a good chance to also show you my secrets and my trust, for I am weak with this whole 'alcohol' thing."

 

[Marble]

It was overwhelming, all of the things that had happened in the last few hours, what was still to be done, but holding the hand of Minerva she felt safe. She would give a soft gasp being caught by surprise as the vixen pulled them in to a deep kiss, Marble's tail going stiff for a moment before wagging side to side. She would have a startled deer look about her when the arctic vixen breaks away from her.

The vow meant a lot, calming her nerves and allowing their focus to come back on the now, with Minerva grabbing the hunt and her gear only then would Marble do the same and pick up her buck.
"It makes sense yes. You have renoun so your word would be believed, if it was just myself I would be unsure if my word would be seen as truth." Looking once again at the dead, very thankfull that both of them were skilled enough to kill quickly. A private thought wondering if any of them had items of note, but figuring that that was both unlikely and not worth the trouble.

"I know they have some nice drinks. Not much wine unfortunatly but still the ale and other selections are good. I enjoy the rum. I am not going to be drinking heavily so do not worry, we shall go slow and I am here to keep you safe my love. " A moment to consider the words of the arctic, moving slowly back along the way they came. "Do not rush to show your secrets. I know mine will take a while before I will be comfortable showing. We will not be getting that drunk."

 

[Minerva]

"Don't worry. I will wait for you how long you need. I want to be worth your trust." The arctic vixen admitted. As they walked back out of the forest, Minerva couldn't stop herself from smiling the whole way back to the city, knowing that today's hunt was successful in every single way it could've. She thanked her father and god as she got everything she could want from the mortal life itself today. It was now her duty to hold onto it, something she truly wished for and hoped to achieve.

Later that day, the two huntresses could be found at one of many taverns Bully harbour had to offer. Minerva who lived in this city for a while now, never got to actually drink alcohol beyond tasting it. She knew what it was, she just considered it a poison to everything she was standing for. It was sickening, weakening both her perception and movement, muddling her mind and... leaving her primal. She really didn't enjoy the idea of being left in such vulnerable state.

But now she had someone that swore to protect her, just as she had sworn to protect them. Minerva was ready to take it on and try what Miothiyle was suggesting and having. And when the rum had arrived, Minerva stared at the cup in her paws for a moment before hesitantly saying in a mix of tough shyness. "My Talli, Don't feel bad for me no matter how bad I will get. I trust that I will be safe with you around."

 

[Marble]

Miothiyle was quiet, it wasn't necesserily that Minerva would be opposed to her different but more so that the other vixens culture and upbringing might. If they could get past that or not and truely love Marble for herself regardless of her difference was what made her nervous, would she even see her as a woman. Whilst the emerald isles was accepting of her and wouldn't dare question her given the position she held, the same could not be said about other cultures and she had yet to fully get a meassure of the Imperium and Bully harbour. After all there were some shanties that were less than kind to people like her but she couldn't blame the Imperium for that, sailors were often a people of their own.

Evening
Reporting the attack went easier than expected with the pair free to go with barely any questioning. The two stags were given to a butcher for slaughter and once they had had a chance to rest the pair could decide what to do with their hunt and all its bounty. Marble had changed clothes and washed herself off fully, trying to get all of the blood out of her fur, taking time and care with the process finding it a reliable way to unpack all of the emotions.

After that was all done she made her way to a tavern in comfortable clothes and meeting up again with Minerva this time without their bows and weapons, or at least Marble just had her knife but she wasn't sure about the other fox. The pair would find a table and after a moment the vixen would order somehting light for the pair to start with.
"I mean it would be unfair for me to get you drunk under the table. That would be a betrayal of trust, I said I would keep you safe and make sure we would take it easy and not get too drunk. As well I don't think we should rush into things considering we started dating this morning"

 

[Minerva]

Minerva nodded, herself being a little uncomfortable being in clothes that she had usually considered... private. She was used to wearing her white outfit made form furs that both gave her protection and warmth. Here in this rather hot (to her) climate, she was already having to drop her outer coat and walk in what she would normally consider clothes for being inside an Igloo.

Now, in this very casual setting, she was in what she normally would consider small clothes. Even if she still had full length pants made of soft leather and a sleeveless top, as well as her trusty Yakut knife. She didn't want to look too formal when coming to attempt entertainment... which still felt weird to her. She never before had to consider such things. But she was stubborn and driven to show she is okay with pushing her own boundaries.

And the words of Marble were... helpful, but Minerva was not seeing them in he same way. She was very practical true, but she was not a vixen to show weakness in public. Never. "Oh I trust you with that. I just am not used still to handling those drinks. But I do want to try." She paused as she mulled over the few next words. "And If you have a problem with it being fast. Tell me. I hesitate little, but I want to care about your wishes too."

She then took up her glass and sniffed at it, her snout wrinkling as he ears perked up agitated. But she was ready. Raising the glass Minerva looked to Miothiyle and smiled. "I drink to what comes next, for I am not afraid of it. Not with you."

 

[Marble]

Sitting across from he other vixen and settling in to what she expected to be a quiet night, not quite realising that her companion was having a slight internal conflict about her choice of clothing. In the hotter emerald isles it wasn't uncommon for people to be more exposed in lightweight clothing and less worried about the idea of modesty. In fact it was a little weird that those from the imperium remained so covered and also complained about the heat.

The drinks were sweet and their affects not that strong, Marble intentionally not going for something that would be too unpalatable for the other vixen nor would it have her inebriated in such a short time.
"It is a little strange, yes. I'm sure you've seen dock workers drinking a lot and it's rather deceptive honestly. What they drink during the day you could barely call alcohol, more of uhh liquid bread I guess. This though, well, this is much stronger supposed to get you drunk and less nutritious." Slowly sipping her drink "I just don't want you letting emotions taking hold and doing something you may not want quite yet. Though that is a little conflicting because I also don't want you to get invested and then well..." considering her words
"Well my difference doesn't always appeal to sapphics. which is fine but does hurt a little you know." Watching Minerva raised her drink and doing the same
"To what may come and facing the unknown together" Sipping and thinking "So I am curious what about me appeals to you so much?"

 

[Minerva]

Minerva was getting more lost and lost. It was a fault of her lack of understanding of the world beyond her own homeland and the fact she was definitely a beast that preferred doing to learning. The explanation of the "Liquid bread" was sound. Marble then following it with showing care to not make Minerva unjustly invested was cute to her. Especially as that arrow has long left the bow.

But the two following thing were difficult to consider. Minerva didn't know who Sapphics were. That was a foreign word, yet one she had to leave asking about for later. The toast came and went, she herself finally tasted the rum which was... okay when she took it very slowly. The taste wasn't exactly what she liked the most but the burn was interesting. And then the next question came that totally derailed Minerva's thoughts.

She actually had to consider it, which made her bashful. To any bystanders, seeing this tall, athletic arctic vixen, turning her muzzle to the side with a stern look yet blushing so hard it made her cheeks red despite white fur, must've been a peculiar look.

After a while Minerva got herself to look at Miothiyle again and speak with a bit of forced confidence. "I think it is mostly that I feel you and me are souls that can understand one another. You are pretty, that I can see. You are compassionate, as I saw during our first meeting. You are firm, as we saw today. You know how to survive, how to protect, how to serve the duty of ours... and you understand the pains of those. But... I am not used to considering such things. I feel the connection, the predator in me sees you and wishes to be with you. I am practical, but I do not try to question or deny my nature. I am after all the one protecting and living with it."

Getting that off her chest, the arctic vixen got a bit of a confidence boost and finally could follow-up with what she was confused about. "And... why do you ask aalu qajaasua? Is it related to those sapphics you mention? Am I one and you worry due to it?"

 

[Marble]

She would tilt her head watching as Minerva seemed to be confused by some of her explanations, something that wasn't entirely unexpected that this was an issue. Marble was from a culture to the far south of the imperium which was then south of where Minerva were from, neither of their mother tongues were Vulperian and here she was trying to explain something that was in her culture, in a language foreign to both of them and it was going to be difficult.

Watching them blush though made her heart skip a little, smiling and swishing her tail as she leaned forward and drunk more of the rum.
"We are both hunters. One's that have to survive away from civilization for months or longer. Helping people is... well it just feels natural." Her words were nice, her affection quite sensible when it was broken down that way. It also showed her that someone cared about her and actually wanted to be with them throughout their life, something she missed from being with the Huntresses.

Sipping more rum Marble would then realise what she had said that confused the other vixen. Giving a soft chuckle before answering
"Ah yes, Sapphic is a local word so I see why it doesn't work. Women who are interested in women. Most huntresses are sapphic or not interested and use the vows of Artemis or similar gods to not have that expectation to find a male. Our society can be a little weird to an outsider when you lay things out, and even the vows I live by." She makes a noise of thought and takes another sip "I ask because I am curious to know. You are strong and powerful. Something about the way you approach me and your words slay my heart just as well as you slay beasts" Chuckling and tilting her head as she swished her tail quite openly
"In any case I will do my best to explain myself and the culture I am from in terms that I hope make sense"

 

[Minerva]

Listening attentively, Minerva leaned towards Marble and took another little sip. She was definitely surprised by the meaning of the word. At first however, there was some words Miothiyle said that put a smile onto Minerva's muzzle. "You do make sense Talli. I just find it unique to have such word. Where I come from, love is love. Talli, or mate, is mate. Even if some disapprove, the word is the same." The vixen explained to another, taking another sip and indeed starting to feel the effects of the first one.

With her tail swaying cheerfully around her, Minerva continued her line of thinking unrestrained. "Various tribes of the north see it differently, but the hunters and huntresses that guard the home of Winter Spirit seek for any mate they like. But it is their obligation to provide next generation of able predators for the Winter Spirit. My mother was not seeking any mate, yet she got a gift of me from the Winter itself. Most pair that cannot have offspring, seek other methods."

Now as the alcohol was getting to her, despite her musculature and size, Minerva was indeed losing that practicality which usually clouded mind of hers. Indeed, other then primal desires, it seemed that alcohol was her the biggest enemy of her cold, calculated mind of a huntress.

Taking a big sip this time, she moved forward and gently placed her paw on Marble's muzzle, slowly caressing it. "Is it my words only that affect you aalu qajaasua? I certainly hope not." There was a small chuckle before she pressed her snout to Marble's and then leaned back with a giggle.

 

[Marble]

"Well actually it is a reference to a poet of our past. She would write sonnets about her wife so it become slang to refer to woman who were into women as followers of Sappho and then shortened to Sapphics." With a slight chuckle and then a moment of thought. She would continue with a mischievous grin "And one of the other words, Lesbian means those that came from Lesbos which is the island she resided from. I would be more than happy to find some copies and read them to you" Sipping some more wanting this moment to last as long as it could, taking the rum much better than her companion.

A soft hum of thought, listening to the arctic vixen tell her about their culture and can't help but laugh a little
"Well I fall into that last group unfortunately." The idea of having a child was not something Marble had ever considered given the fact that it was strictly forbidden for as long as she wished to remain a Huntress of her goddess. Of course she could lay down her bow at any point but that was not something she had considered, it was the only family she knew and leaving it was a scary thing to think about.

She watched Minerva drink a good portion of her cup and was about to warn her to be careful before realising that that was probably a moot point when the arctic vixen started caressing their muzzle. The dull thud, thud, thud, of her tail and unintelligible words from Marble as she tried to respond but her mind was fizzled. Kind of just doing the deer caught by surprise look.
"Plenty of things make me feel great Eros for you"

 

[Minerva]

A coy grin adorned Minerva's muzzle. Even if she didn't understand the word Marble has used, it was very much not needed. She felt the meaning of it, the intent of the sentence given and could see how the other vixen mellowed under her touch. To already tipsy vixen, it was a great thing to know she had such effect on Marble.

Moving closer with her chair, Minerva coiled her tail around Miothiyle's waist and gently hold her paw. "I would gladly listen to the texts you speak of. Both for content and to hear more of your voice." Minerva said, clinging a bit to the other vixen. Alcohol, even in small amounts, really shattered any inhibitions, leaving only soothed and pacified predator.

Headbutting Marble's shoulder playfully, Minerva now giggled a bit more. "And since it feels great, I hope I will be giving you plenty of that." She, of. course, may had slightly wrong idea what Eros meant. "Though, I just think I may be missing the word you've used..."

 

[Marble]

The red fox was trying to keep her excitement and hide the blush she had, finishing up her drink and clearing her throat as she looks away.
"Another?" Trying to quickly distract her partner from the shyness she was now showing. Stiffening and giving a cute little yelp as she felt Minerva coiling her tail around them and taking her hand. Heart beating out of her chest and throat going a little dry before she leans in against the touch.
"I find myself struggling for the right words with you sometimes. Eros I believe translates to love and ummm" Lowering her voice to a whisper "Sexual desire." Trying to not look at them so they can see how much more red they were under the grey.
Marble would nuzzle against their head and would order herself another and Minerva one if they wished although with how tipsy she was getting on one, it was probably sensible for her to limit them to just two. She was almost certain that Minerva would be okay with any part of her, with her vows and history, but it was always so hard to be vulnerable to new people especially after only a few hours of really knowing them.
"So I intend to be here for a while. Currently I'm just moving between jobs and got a small room in one of the taverns. I do wonder what I want to do here more permanently, so why don't you tell me about your work as a guard, is that something that would be worthwhile me looking into" changing the subject quite quickly to something that wasn't her

 

[Minerva]

Minerva didn't stop Marble nor comment on the offer of another drink. If it was given to her, she would drink it, possibly leaving her saying things she shouldn’t be saying at all in a public place. Instead, she devilishly grinned and let out a purr at the explanation of what Eros meant. "I hold my words. I will be happy to give you plenty of it..." Another giggle followed, while Miothiyle was nuzzling their head. Minerva very much like the effect she had on the other vixen.

Then came a question that bring a moment of sobriety, Minerva after all had exact same problems, she actually bothered to speak to Miothiyle in part because she did notice a vixen making the exact same mistake she did herself on the first day. Wishing to help her out to avoid it. This coincidence didn't go without a small happy huff from the tipsy vixen.

But answering the question made her much more focused, she still was very much in full body contact with Marble, but she was speaking with, much more normal for Minerva, practical and stoic voice.

"No. Well, maybe guard would be nice. I made a mistake and joined the 'Army', thinking they do the same work I did in my homeland. That recruiter I've met will get a taste of my knife some day... Either way, no. I was forced to train 'tactics' and 'team discipline'. It was awful, even if it did gave me money this land requires to live, alongside a place to stay and somebeasts showing me this writing and reading thing..."

Digging her muzzle a bit deeper into Marble's shoulder, as if seeking comfort, Minerva continued just a bit more quietly. "They then took me to the South. Horrible place. The mission was a failure but even before it was, I had to be sent back to this city. Too much heat in the south for me to bear with all the equipment. I got very sick, so to not be useless, I did learn the laws of this place. Army people don't do the guarding. Some other groups do it, like 'Fogeys' or 'Unsmudgables'" She said, butchering both words. "But I do so anyway because garrison work is boring. Just constantly being yelled at and doing target practice."

Minerva let out a singular tear, one that Marble would feel dampening her shoulder fur. Moving her muzzle to look up at the red vixen. "You deserve a better job... I did hear those 'Unsmudgables' have great archers who also teach other beasts how to survive. You would make for a great one..."

 

[Marble]

The next two drinks arrived, offering a thank you and a coin to pay for the alcohol, consider if she should get some food for the pair of them to help Minerva better handle the Alcohol. The arctic fox burying their head into her neck and Marble couldn't help but nuzzle back.

When she asked her question about the garrison Marble realized she might have touched on a sensitive subject, seeing the expression of her partner harden and sober up, moving closer to them. She would go on to explain how she was tricked into serving the army of the imperium without fully understanding what was required of her and the commitment it would entail. Miothiyle couldn't help but question the capability of the army if they failed to take in to account basic things such as the limitations of certain species in varying environments.
"Depending how far south they sent you I wouldn't be surprised that it got too hot for you. The isles get hot enough as it is but you go further than that and it's hotter again." Taking a sip of her drink "Well hopefully you can get out soon, I wasn't planning on jumping in just looking for something that isn't moving boxes heavy work the same. Tell me about the Unsmudgables, would you know who I would need to get in contact with to do" Caressing the woman's back and soothing them as she would feel the tear on her fur