Sun Mote Copse Brimful of asha on the 45

He watched her carefully, not wanting to bother her with his presence but also growing a touch concerned - and she looked down at the rabbit as if mourning its passing, which he assumed wasn't really the case. Maybe she just wasn't hungry. Maybe the little dead creature beneath her reminded her of what she'd lost somehow. Tulimaq did not understand how the mind of a woman worked let along the mind of a grieving mother, and he chose not to speculate for long.

The man drifted closer. He kept his wits about him just in case her mood soured, and remained as casual as possible while she commented about the copse - then diverted attention away from her petite daughter. That might've been a clue, had he been more aware. But then, given the opportunity to talk about himself, Tulimaq easily slid in to the role of conversationalist. He was quite proud of his heritage and was always willing to talk about his people.

He settled back on his haunches as he explained, My people are called Tartok, and there are many branches of the family tree further north of here, living on the tundra, or in the mountains. He thought of mentioning their militaristic traditions but did not want to disturb her, so at that point he grew quiet, but only to gather his thoughts. And your family? They're from the plateau, I suspect. It made sense. The two groups had similar names and the Redhawks were close-by, from what Bat had explained to him.