Sun Mote Copse burn the world that you call civilized

It felt like he was being ganged-up on. He didn't like the tone of the woman's voice, unable to fully parse the humour within it, which he took as outright mockery, and then when Figment made his little aside, Tuvak shot him a sharp glare. He looked back to the woman and restated his proposition: Hunted this back that-ways, his tail swayed as he shrugged towards the forest further off, outside the claim. And like I said to your boy, if ya got more food I'll happily hunt it for you. I could... Use the practice. A flicker of humility was all he offered in that moment. And maybe show this one a thing'or two about bein' a warrior. He gave Figment a vaguely predatory once-over and then smirked, amused by the leggy boy's agile appearance. If you have the room.