For someone who didn't have much contact with people, Jerec was starting to get the feeling she was the oddest girl he'd ever met. And he had a pretty general assumption as to what people were like. True, no two people were exactly the same; everyone had their differences. In the same turn, however, this young woman had the strangest quirks that ever he'd seen.
He quickly became alarmed when she actually started approaching him, and, dare he say, he was even a little fearful. Nobody approached him, and when they did so in that cautious way he did, he felt every reason to be on guard. People were sly and conniving creatures that would do just about anything to get the upper hand! He held his breath; she was getting closer. He put his arms up to protect himself! AND! Then she hugged him? "What the—?" he breathed when her arms when around him quickly and his eyes were locked open, staring at nothing in particular but unsure how to respond. And he remained frozen that way long after she departed and did as he asked—well, commanded—completely of her own accord.
He glanced back at her and furrowed his brows and forced his eyes away. He wasn't in any position to be staring at her since he wasn't so fresh and clean himself. And he cleaned himself, kneeling down in the water to remove his borrowed trousers. He didn't have much of a care to keep them, but he knew it was going to be a long time before he was going to get another pair of pants again, if he discarded them now.
But he took them off anyway. They were not leather pants and were easier to remove than before. He was done quickly, and only cast back one glance at her and found she was a lot more agreeable than before. He might even go so far to see she was pretty. And what's more, the smell was gone. He smiled inwardly but walked onto the short buck-naked, holding the trousers under one arm before tossing them on a small nearby bush to dry off. He shook himself dry like a dog with a soaked coat before looking up into a tree. There in the branches he saw a large next roosted high among dense branches. The vertical angle of the trunk would make it a difficult climb, but thankfully Jerec had a few tools to make that task a little easier.
He grew out his claws then, both hands and feet, and stuck them into the bark, and proceeded to climb. With a grunt and some difficult, he slowly but surely shimmied his way up the tree, using every muscle in his body to get up there, the task only getting more and more difficult the higher he scaled, but determination kept him going. Finally, he reached the level of the branches that held the nest, and quickly plucked two eggs from the hold. They were large from the size of it and difficult to carry. Hell, if he thought getting up there was a pain, he had no idea he was going to get down. With one arm holding the eggs, and the other three limbs holding him. He whined and huffed, frowning at his predicament, but he sure as hell wasn't going to drop the eggs, not with his stomach grumbling like it was. "One at a time," he soothed to himself, and again, the process, as grating as it was, he was making progress toward the ground.
It was a shame that he bathed so soon because he was starting to sweat from the tediousness of all this work and he felt like his claws were going to be torn from his fingers and toes. But alas he made it to a few feet above the ground and dropped down, cradling the eggs like they were made of the finest crystal. Jerec made it to the ground and raised the eggs in his hands. "I found breakfast," he said, smiling.