Arnaaluk nods and stays as she is so that the boy can can draw in a non-directed pose as he had request. While she understood the appeal of appearing natural, part of herself had to fight the urge to strike some sort of dramatic pose. She eyes her illustrator when he mentions how few of her kind where left. She then looks out to the calm waters of the lake, her face creases with a frown.
"Oh... did I blurt that out? Well... I suppose you could call my kind an... endangered species. There are only a few hundred of us left as far as I know but... most members of my race old and well past their prime. In few hundred years... I might be along the last of the Akhlut if not the last." said Arna, looking dejected as she states this somber fact.
"Oh... did I blurt that out? Well... I suppose you could call my kind an... endangered species. There are only a few hundred of us left as far as I know but... most members of my race old and well past their prime. In few hundred years... I might be along the last of the Akhlut if not the last." said Arna, looking dejected as she states this somber fact.
