Manifesto

There was no justification, personal or proclaimed, needed to explain his decision. Skull was a subordinate of Siku, yes, but he was a servant of Tartok and his duty was to make certain everyone (distant or not) remained healthy and full of vigor. He was no preacher; if Tuwawi and her mate deigned not to teach their children of Tartok's creed first, or ever, then he would not intervene. If she should ask it of him, he would provide.

He did not voice these thoughts to her, but instead chuckled and shook his head when she nudged his cheek in jest. "Ah, something like that." He replies. "Under our watchful eyes, I am certain no harm will come to them. It will be good to stretch their legs." For them; the family; the pack? Likely all of the above. He drew back and relaxed his ears. Clearly he was quite comfortable in her company.

The only response he gave to her musings on Siku and her kin was a soft hum of acknowledgement. He did not elaborate further, allowing Tuwawi to draw her own conclusions because Leah doesn't actually know what Siku's been up to. It was not out of a desire to keep Tuwawi in the dark, but he was not abreast of the current whereabouts of Siku or her brood. But at the mention of a hunt, he nodded and pricked his ears to listen in on the sounds of twilight. "Of course." He rumbled. "Lead on."