Wapun Meadow give 'em hell, kid

@Merrit

It had been a few days, and he was here, as promised. The fog had shifted in to a light array of cloud cover, and the clouds drifted fat and heavy across the sky; he thought he could smell rain, but it didn't put a halt to his plans. If the boy wanted to learn, he would teach him. Rain would only make things a little more challenging — and the most important lesson he could give to the young warrior was to always keep fighting. Challenges were hard for a reason, but when you came out victorious on the other side, you knew you were stronger.

Tulimaq paced through the meadow and halted when the forest came in to view, but he didn't seek out the cover of the trees. He was more interested in being easy to find for the boy, and this way he'd have a strong enough vantage point to see any oncoming dangers as well. If the lessons were not welcome, or if his family chose to come after Tulimaq for his involvement, then he would see the danger coming.