Quarion gives Joru an unconcerned smile.
"Eanos seems a fine fellow, rather level-headed, I believe we shall be friends. And Alden, he is scarred, physically and emotionally it seems. He will come around to us in time. At the very least, you and I shall be friends, yes? And Garma, as well."
As if on cue, a streak of grey bursts from the foliage. The creature is clearly a wolf, and it pounces on Quarion, knocking him over. The elf laughs and wrestles with the wolf for a moment before getting up. Quarion speaks to Garma in slow, articulated Sylvan.
"Arg'ha wae. Aen da Joru. Joru da anshal. Ilsa da anshal." He gestures to the gnome as well as the others on the cart. Garma the wolf shakes the leaves and dirt from his coat. He moves toward Joru slowly, sniffing at his feat and his hair.
"Do not be afraid," Quarion reassures Joru. After about half a minute, Garma's inspection is finished. The wolf backs away and, still staring at Joru, inclines his head ever so slightly.
Quarion places one hand on his companion's back and with the other produces some dried venison from a pouch. Rather than feeding Garma with his hand, Quarion puts the meat in his own mouth and kneels down, offering the food held in his teeth. Garma grabs at it with a set of vicious looking teeth, but Quarion doesn't flinch, and they both pull at the meat for a moment until Garma manages to rip most of it away. Quarion laughs lightly and says,
"I have never won that particular game. The creatures of the forest will treat you as an equal if you treat them as an equal. Not that I suggest you try it. Wait until you are better friends." Quarion smiles as he sits back down on the cart. Garma races off into the woods, ready to follow his friend wherever he goes.
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