Sun Mote Copse some people are just born to fight, i think

savaktuk follows after her dutifully, with little choice otherwise. he cannot let her go venturing out of the safety of the borders alone — despite that he, himself, had been relatively unbothered and ran into no trouble. it was also true he hadn't gone very far before deciding to homestead at the first pack he came across. what lay beyond the hinterlands was vastly unknown to him. she slows her stride and with a blink he realizes that walk at the same pace, side to side. subconsciously, he corrects his own gait so that she does not have to power-walk to keep up with him.

a grunt of affirmation leaves savaktuk at her question of him being new — a quick, noncommittal noise that slips between her question and statement of being a scout. it is good, then, that she has a reason for being out here and isn't leaving the safety of the copse for ...whatever reason kids left the safety of their home. curiosity? spite? fighter. hunter. though he bore no official titles of either here in these foreign lands. still, he has the experience all the same.