i will find another way

The boy admitted that he had no siblings, and Sumayl took his response to mean that he didn't hold his teasing against him, or perhaps in his state simply hadn't picked up on it. “Sometimes I wonder what that would have been like,” Not that Sumayl didn't love his siblings to the ends of the universe and back because he did. He might have been third born of his litter but he was fiercely protective over them all, whether they needed it or not, and though part of him enjoyed being away from them, he also missed them with a fierce yearning. “I've got three litter mates and three foster siblings.” Seven of them must have been a massive handful to Takalv and Harlyn and sometimes Sumayl wondered, as he looked back, how his foster parents had had so much patience — especially with him. Sumayl liked to think he took the cake as the rebellious, dominant child, causing trouble when he had no other options of getting attention for the fear of becoming one of the invisible ones. “It probably got pretty lonely though, huh?” To Sumayl, the idea of being an only child sounded depressingly lonely despite that it also sounded pretty good, at the same time. All he had to compare it to was his own experiences growing up, which, from the sounds of it, were vastly different.

“Don't worry about it,” Sumayl brushed off the kid's talk of not being able to offer much help. Sumayl wasn't overly worried about the help Summer was, or was not able to offer him. “I was a Hunter or Gamekeeper I guess is the term around these parts, in my last pack and sometimes taking things down by myself was necessary,” So, it really wasn't a big deal to Sumayl. His odds were a little off at the prospect of taking down a doe by himself, but he was confident enough in his abilities. The biggest part would be getting her separated from her herd and the buck. It would make the deed much easier if he didn't have an angry buck charging after him, attempting to smash in his rib cage with his antlers. Not that does couldn't do their own amount of damage with their hind legs and hooves, but isolation was always a hunter's friend when it came to prey. “Show me the way.” The Ostrega invited, assuming that, that was what Summer had meant when he said “lead” Sumayl.