Big Salmon Lake at the end of the day

✴The stranger takes his dismissal as an invitation, or perhaps they don't notice the agitation in his tensed body, but either way they approach him. He waits to see what happens, and they speak—giving an introduction—but the boy doesn't say anything in response. Revui isn't used to moments like this; on the mountain everyone was family, or at the very least they knew who he was by virtue of being the leader's child. It strikes him as odd to have to introduce himself, and being a feral creature without much use for words, he initially doesn't think to say anything at all.

Instead, the boy huffs. He looks at the stranger with those sharp teal eyes, scrutinizing their shape, their face, studying them. He's acting like a petulant child by choosing to remain silent. He lets out a deep and derisive snort, and begins to stalk away. Apparently being a brat is second-nature to the mountain prince.