"So it is." Kira agreed to skippers plans, they were well thought, but she saw one flaw, "Your theifs hands, Skipper? Why keep on with a hobby thats got you banned and fearful?" She asked, not as much a question, but a thought. Why pride over something foolish? She flicked her tail and shook the thought away, "Nevermind. Now Skipper, my den is a tricky place to find, but not heavily guarded. I keep items of value within it, but I ask you of one favor, leave you theifs paws out of my den when you enter. The items I keep are valueable, but one of a kind to me. Agreed?" She couldn't have anything of hers stolen, but then again, she knew that she would be harder to trust than a theif, "And theres no worrys. Im not a killer." She joked, flickering a smile.

Kari fealt a twinge of sympothy for the smaller otter, but showed no sign of it, she knew how it was to be pittied, and she hadn't enjoyed it. She watched the sun settle softly onto the hurizon, casting its orange glow over the clear fresh water, watching a fish dart out of site and the bamboo twist in the wind. She nodded, "And I trust your word. Night is on our tails, Skipper, fallow me." She didn't feel like persuing the issue of his past, or hers. It would be dark soon, and to many dangers lurked in that blackness. She twitched her tail, and withdrew into the water, waiting for him.

[ooc/ what a horrible post D:]