Emberwood the uneasy life of the wanderer

The boy was not harmed by her reply, and rather took it to heart. "If you're so insistent on scent markers, feel free to do so, while I work on the carvings then," he agreed with a mischevious smile. Awol then contemplated the markings and placement. The thought it was finer to leave it viewable, and shoulder height would suffice for any passerby;
he didn't know how to illustrate really, but the fine, simple icon of a four-leafed clover would do. 

His back turned to Bhediya and beginning his work, he assumed the female would like to fill the space with a conversation. How dreadful. "Is their news I haven't heard yet? Anything I should know about, really. I don't invest my time into the others' lives much," he chuckled at his last statement.