Kintla Flatlands higher ground, had to be told

ah, wintersbane. forever the wet blanket on fun.

wintersbane is still apprehensive, still weary that at any given moment an adult from blackfeather woods will come charging at them like an enraged bear, ready to protect their young. ready to kill. the tundrian expects this because if she were his charge, or alternatively — and this is a stranger thought yet for his interest in settling down and starting a family is reduced to brief and rare flickers of consideration ( for he's aware he's nearing the his full maturity ) — if she were his daughter he'd have a reaction to the one he wearily expects. yet, thus far, no adult comes for them. not even a glimpse of eyes in the shadows of the dark forest. it's possible, he deduces, that no one's aware yet that she's beyond their borders. or perhaps, they believe her old enough to handle it without much concern.

caught in his thoughts it takes him a moment to realize that she's darted between him and the woman, disappearing into the tall grasses that shiver as she moves within them. the woman takes after her. wintersbane cannot quite shake off the concern that someone will take notice and it hinders his ability to get lost in the play. it's innocent: two strangers indulging a girl in a simple game of play ...but the soturi suspects it might not be taken that way. the pathfinder follows after the pair, sprinting after them in light play but refuses to lower his guard to whole way, choosing to keep a vigilant eye and ear to their surroundings.