Jade Fern Grove dad's on a hunting trip

Ever since his excursion with Rosewood, Ikiaq had been more... openminded. Now that he'd left the borders once and had not died, he could do it again. The world outside was far more vast than he could have imagined, and... he wanted to see more of it. So he set out northward that morning, across a beautiful meadow and into an even more beautiful forest. 

The ferns were still so green, in spite of the fact that much of the foliage was turning brown. Apparently that was what happened when it got cold - soon, most of the green would fade away and snow would fall down and everything would be coated in white. 

Ikiaq was so wrapped up in the vibrancy of the plantlife here that he wasn't as focused on how frightened he was. The boy had never been the bravest, but he was working on it. 

He also did not notice that he wasn't alone, at first. At least, until he heard the sound of something snapping and turned his head to spot the other occupant of the woods. Another boy, maybe a little bit smaller than Ikiaq (though the Easthollian was not the largest) was stomping through the undergrowth and launching attacks on some of the ferns he crossed. He was... angry, it seemed. 

"What're you doing?" he asked, brows drawing together as he approached the other child. Concerned, confused. What if he attacked Ikiaq like he was attacking the plants?