[it was not their chosen prey which drew the attention of the caribou hunter. and yet kusaxasaa knew they must stop. they must eat, replenish their strength, and gather perhaps three hides for trading. they would not last long, such pelts, but it showed that the lanzadoii were able to adapt. he hoped yet that a valley could be found, or flat plains beneath a mountain. there were indeed caribou here, and the saatsine would discover them. fresh dung announced where the elk had recently passed beyond. kusaxasaa investigated this, then exchanged a long look with meleys and daa'ka. in such a pretty woodland, the animals might be at a disadvantage. slate eye took with wary curiosity the sight of an odd, round thing: a pillar shrouded by ivy. past this, the remnants of a staircase, its banister hanging ragged and loose. kusaxasaa snorted and pressed on just as a thin cold rain began to mist over the old weald.]

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i think at travel time of three days, they could get to here! someone please lmk if not lol <3

Sivaak Yakone Ts'okhun Cetseni Meleys tried not to double tag & no posting order!

it was not their chosen prey which drew the attention of the caribou hunter. and yet kusaxasaa knew they must stop. they must eat, replenish their strength, and gather perhaps three hides for trading. they would not last long, such pelts, but it showed that the lanzadoii were able to adapt. he hoped yet that a valley could be found, or flat plains beneath a mountain. there were indeed caribou here, and the saatsine would discover them.

fresh dung announced where the elk had recently passed beyond. kusaxasaa investigated this, then exchanged a long look with meleys and daa'ka. in such a pretty woodland, the animals might be at a disadvantage.

slate eye took with wary curiosity the sight of an odd, round thing: a pillar shrouded by ivy. past this, the remnants of a staircase, its banister hanging ragged and loose.

kusaxasaa snorted and pressed on just as a thin cold rain began to mist over the old weald.

he keeps to himself, most of the time. save for the bump of his shoulder against yakone's, the stepping on cetseni's tail— intentionally—, he does not say much. under white goddess' eye, he is at a disadvantage. it was no secret that he'd been treated harsher than the girls. yakone and cetseni, muradoii princesses.
he, muck beneath a caribou hoof.
but this did not deter him in mother's eye. nor anyone else's. he would prove himself.
that much he could be certain of.
when black scar chieftain began to investigate this...sculpture, he followed after him. a shadow beside c'ede''s white furs. but he did not mind. he could learn much from black scar, given how he treated his traitorous scum. his mother praised him for it, therefore he would too.

skill: ranger

Meleys had known very little of the Muradoii people all her life. Whatever information came to her was that of gossip then a direct source. Through their time among the Lanzadoii, she had learned the Muradoii are a matriarchal people. Whatever sons they bore would have been sent out to sea, to move in bands as they hunted and raided, only to return with their profits when breeding season had come. If the Muradoii women ever settled, the boy Ts'okhun would remain wanted among the Lanzadoii.

She looked to him now, along side her nephew, sniffing at the odd formation in the forestry. Her brother would snort and move on, focused on the elk. The forest smelt thickly of them. His focus remained on what he knew and what he wanted, though as Meleys follows behind the boys, she found herself drawn to this odd thing.

What on earth was it? She had seen rocks sticking out of the ground before like spires, litering beaches. Was this something of the same?

Wait. A bark out to her brother as the phantom then moves further among the broken columns and stairs. There were things laying about. Buckets and bowls mostly cracked and holed, moss covered rug, a number of elk horn and some cup with bright colored rocks in it. Trade? Meleys skipped passed the chalice inlay with rubies and went for the bucket with the rope handle.

Khun had put himself in some sorry, festering state, and so with a loud scoff Yakone set herself up beside Ceti as they walked, right in line behind mother. She wouldn’t make her interest so palpable, but it was clear to any who observed that the raven was taking quick cues from Sivaak. She slows only when the carrion queen signals, ears tossing back to hear the woman’s clipped lanzadoii.

“Old crone's got a point,” she indicates to her siblings and trots after the Darkfang, snatching up the fluted gilt object for her own. Something prettier than bones to grind her teeth upon.