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Although he was not looking in the beast's direction, he was listening intently. Most of his focus remained on looking at her leg, feeling for hot spots and fractures. As he began to graze along the limb a soft voice entered into his mind, causing him to pause in his moment. As the hot breath blew on her skin eyes of ice moved to meet hers, staring at her intensely. He was certain he had heard it, a soft voice like a little dove's chirping into his mind that her leg wasn't that bad. She was right, it wasn't entirely bad, but he was more interested in the fact that she had informed him of this via telepathy. He was about to speak when she moved suddenly, eyes wide and filled with concern at the motion of the other. He took the time to look behind him, to take note of the shifting of the man's form; and although he was deeply fascinated by the results, he was still intent on making sure Eira was left unharmed. He could prod the man for answers later. Turning his form to fully face the beast he silently studied him, listening to his rumbling tone as he asked for their names. He let a silence hang in the air, studying the brute with the intricate colored wings. He wanted to study them, to let his lips run along the brightly colored feathers and see what makes him tick. But when the small form of his Eira pressed against him an instinctual need to protect her clouded anything else from his mind. His wing fell upon her back, pressing her to him firmly as his eyes never left the stranger's. Yes, he said that he had no intention of harming them; but his instincts were still flaring full force. "I believe it is polite to introduce yourself first Sir. I am Vynter of the Kingdom of Halyven, this is my friend Eira from the same Kingdom. Who might you be?" blunt and to the point was how Vynter always was. In a situation like this, he felt the need to be up front with this man, to see what he needed so that everyone was clear of what everyone's intentions were. He supposed he should be offering him a place to stay, and he certainly wasn't being the most polite boy, but it didn't hurt to still at least try. Giving him a moment to introduce himself he once again spoke, speaking in that same formal monotone,"Are you in need of a place to rest your head? Halyven has plenty of space and ample resources. We'd certainly appreciate your company." Vynter !

@Aedion