These damned Wolfos [open]

'Take a day. Look around a bit more. Just... you know, stay out of trouble, alright?'

So they'd said, then... though what any of that was supposed to entail, Zakar himself wasn't really certain. He knew his way... relatively around the field, given that it was one of a few things that had been deemed necessary for them to know growing up, just in case of any stragglers or other incidents. It was not, perhaps, knowledge that had been terribly meaningful to him over the years... but he still had it. And it could, at least, lead him to something of a calm sheet of white. Somewhere fairly solitary, away from the commonly tread paths, even if some of his more... ordinary kin may not have done well in such cold.

Or, well... it was supposed to have been solitary. But the figure of a Hylian, or some such creature, some ways off was rather unmistakable. Just as well, a Wolfos, the Lizalfos himself exhaling a grumbling little hum. Were it only a year or so ago, he'd no doubt his decision would be rather in reverse. As it was, though... he'd found himself something very different. His actions at any given time, he'd sworn to himself, would have to preserve that, or his life would be forfeit.

It was to that end that the rock, relatively small though it was, that he'd extricated from the snow was thrown toward the Wolfos. From the size, and the distance he was at, it would leave little more than a lump, in spite of the deceptive strength in the dark Lizalfos's thin figure... but a moment's attention was all he needed. Or, at least, all he was after.

He wasn't much certain what would happen after, but he'd just have to figure it out.

@brayden

Well, that, it seemed... rather backfired, one could easily say. Then again, he could never have called it the best of plans -- nor indeed was he much good at planning in the first place.

Still, it seemed, the Hylian at least had a sword, if not a whole lot else. It was more than Zakar could say, but he'd well since given up any hope of retrieving his old gauntlet that he'd had to leave behind in order to flee. But... that was a different matter entirely. For now, he could only let his eyes warily wander a little. If there was one, there were often more... but so far, he saw no present signs of them. Had they been dealt with previously, perhaps...? Well... he could only wonder, and remain on his guard.

"There... more?" the Lizalfos asked as he himself stepped closer, not much less wary about the Hylian with a strange feeling about him than the possibility of more Wolfos. That much Hylian speech, at least, he could easily muster, even if he was painfully aware that it wasn't always so good at getting his meaning across; though this time, at least, he was certain his gaze cast to the now fallen Wolfos would provide meaning enough. Even with how much of an oddity it was that a monster like him should be speaking Hylian in the first place.

"Should leave here. Will be more soon," he suggested regardless, once more glancing down to the fallen Wolfos for a moment, then back to the Hylian. "Can carry?"

@brayden

Did they... not speak? Zakar had already gotten fairly used to Hylians and the like speaking -- or, well, sometimes shouting -- that the relative silence on its own was something of an oddity. Still... perhaps it was better than some alternatives, he figured, idly following along for now while keeping his eyes, and to some degree, nose, out.

Yet, just as well, he'd not really expected to come across a person who... for all intents and purposes, appeared to live out here. And not in anything like one of their 'houses'. More than that, there was the distinctive look of surprise -- and some suspicion -- across the Lizalfos' face hearing something he could understand rather better than his rudimentary Hylian.

"I can..." the Lizalfos nodded, his tone and the like slightly different, but still plenty understandable. Rather inevitable, perhaps, given that he was a different species, and ultimately from a somewhat different region, of one. "...but why can you? There shouldn't be any 'people' who understand this," he asked, perhaps a bit suspiciously. "Is that why you are out here?"

@brayden

Wasn't he? Hmm. Zakar hadn't heard any possibility of any such thing happening... but he'd also been taught from a young age to kill whoever he found on sight, if possible. And, in the span of a year, had already changed rather drastically. Perhaps other Lizalfos -- more 'normal' ones -- did things differently... he couldn't possibly know.

Though it didn't change that he remained at least a little suspicious.

"Mm..." the Lizalfos muttered as the man explained himself. Seeming to think for a moment, a few swipes of his tail meanwhile cleared out a lingering patch of snow, so that he himself might lower himself to a seat a bit more comfortably. Seemingly not too bothered by the cold, though he couldn't exactly say it was his ideal conditions.

"You could still go to people. Many of them are soft, you look like them -- it would be easy," he suggested. Or at least, so he was convinced; though, in truth, he still had relatively little knowledge of all of them. He still had quite a bit yet to learn, and yet he'd still been taken and recovered from the verge of death, in exchange for work. Even as his thoughts wandered, he glanced momentarily back to around the base of his tail, where a prominent scar yet remained from a deep cut it had taken around that time. "Even I was taught to hate them. But I wouldn't still be alive without them," he added, a rumbling little hum escaping him.

"Or... don't you want to?" he asked, the thought occurring to him a moment later.

@brayden

'Hmm...' Zakar muttered thoughtfully. Scared of him? He was one of their own, though, was he not? Well... sure, the tattoos and things maybe weren't normal, and if he was raised by Lizalfos and possibly couldn't speak like other people, maybe that wouldn't be as well. But he was still one of them in form, at least; did that not count for as much as he'd thought?

Then again, it had only been a small, absurdly lucky mercy that he himself had survived beyond a year ago; though even those people had no doubt been scared, it was rather more difficult to be scared of a creature like him already at death's door... but that wasn't a feasible option, really.

'You could come with me, then. If you're willing to do some work for those people, they should teach you and give you a shelter just like they did for me,' he suggested. A bit... optimistic, perhaps, but Zakar saw little reason to believe it couldn't work out, somehow.

'That's the only reason I know any of their language right now. Or they might know another teacher, since you already look much like them,' he added in turn. Sure, he'd already displayed that his Hylian was... rudimentary and a bit broken, but he could speak all the same.

@brayden

"Not very far. Away from the snow, but not much further past that," Zakar replied, glancing off for a moment in the general direction he came from; his own footsteps making that fairly easy for now, even if he didn't have some few landmarks to orient himself off of. At least, he could manage that much; needed to, were he ever to have been any sort of hunter.

"I should get back there before long; I still have some work to do for the night. It is... more complicated than I feel like it should be, in many ways," he hummed, letting out a small, slightly annoyed grumble in turn. But it was no secret to him, really, that he wasn't hugely clever, and still young to boot. He just... didn't like to show it so plainly. Though before then, there was also one other thing coming to mind for him.

"Before then, though... what weapons did your Lizalfos use? Do you still have any?" he asked, perhaps just slightly hopeful... but not much. He'd heard, if nothing else, other Lizalfos species tended to do things a bit differently than his own.

@brayden