Hoshor Plains You think we're the enemy.

He hears a call and side-eyes the origin, wondering if it is one of the men demanding attention from one of the corralled women - ah, no, they're calling at him. Not familiar in the slightest, either. That gets his full attention. Hakai has always been flighty, but eager too, wanting to expand his horizons. This stranger does not look like the others of the herd; he has not seen this type before and speedily decides to investigate.

Much of what Hakai does is quick. Decisions, actions, thoughts — detrimental sometimes, since a lack of deliberation can lead to issues, dangers. His mother takes ages to make up her mind on things. He's pretty sure she's undecided about her current hook-up, undecided over her feelings about Nechako's abandonment, undecided about him too. Sometimes she's easy to be around but more often than not, Hakai just wants to keep his distance.

This stranger is about the furthest thing from familiar that he can find right now, which is what draws him across the plains. His alert expression falters when he hears the strange words.

Neither, he counters, even if it doesn't make much sense. You do not run with this herd. Who are you?