He watched the man laugh, at least he was not angry and being fooled. Then again Edelweiss had done fairly little to harm him but you never knew about a person’s temper till you trotted all over it. He watched him stand and extend a hand, looking at it he hesitated a moment before taking it and giving it a shake. Such a strange custom; he would never understand it. “I do not think there are many elk here to see.” But he peered closely a Jervis.
“Then again, you’re not from here. Not with that pony anyway.” He looked at the man’s clothes and hair. No he had never seen one like this. “What would you have done if I were a giant cat pulling the wagon?” He gave Jervis a toothy grin before glancing toward his own wagon and sighing. Maybe he should stay longer, help the fellow get some food. He had never tried fishing before but how hard could it really be? “Was I really so tangled in the harness? I tried really hard to get into it then shift it straight.” He moved toward said harness and lifted it up.
It was brand new, the leather flexible and soft. It was not dyed, not so fancy as to be the gleaming black but instead it was an honest brown. Letting it fall and sending the bells ringing, he hoped up to the driver seat then ducked into the wagon itself and his chest. “What do you say to me helping you catch your meal since you were so kind to offer me one?” He pulled his key from a small fold in the wagons cloth cover then opened the chest to dig around.
Everything he owned was in here safely packed and tucked away. Finally he came to his fishing gear and tugged the kit out. “Ha!” While he was at it he grabbed his clothes and boots and was quickly dressed. He didn’t mind being without clothes but his parents had taught him young that clothes were proper around other people. To make up for it all his clothes were a merry white like his fur, all but his pale gray boots and cloak; both he left in the chest as he closed it and the lock with a snip.
Jumping back out Edelweiss grinned and held up his own fishing gear. “Tada, the fish wont stand a chance!” Now he just had to figure out what to do with the mess in his hand to make it so it could catch a fish.