Godric and Trystan had circled the village and met up on the other side. Trystan was now examining a few tools, prodding at them lightly. It looked like a farm, he supposed. There wasn't any tropical orchard like home but it didn't look terribly bad if he and Godric could find something to eat. He nudged his brother and nodded over to the farm - and the girl within. And the apples. The apples struck him as something he wanted quite badly all of a sudden, and his eyes darted to the small wolf by his feet. “You want one too?” A soft question and he bent to scoop the small creature up, then glanced at his brother. “He likes fruit and meat, he says…” a faint shrug.
He started to lead the way toward the trees, knowing Godric would eventually notice and try to charm the strange girl (she looked maybe from Naath, with clear brown skin and a willowy frame), and Trys would keep a distance from all of that. It was his brother’s thing. He just sort of trailed along behind most of the time.