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The man looks over his shoulder, and Caan does not relent in his glaring. A ripple down his spine raised his hackles when he was subsequently unaddressed. The man's posture acknowledges the rain boy's existence, but the acknowledgement does not satisfy Caan. The flint was placed gently upon the ground to prevent scratches to the surface.

You know, it's rude not to introduce yourself. Especially when you're close to our camp. Caan does not hide the discontent in his voice. The boy stole forward a few paces in Nutuyikruk's direction. Through the rain, he was able to get a hint of the man's scent. It wasn't too unfamiliar, the stranger must have been lingering around the Winter Scar for some time. Unfortunately for Aivar, he now had to meet the chieftain's stormcloud of a son.

Do you really want him around, Nutuyikruk? Or is he bothering you? The boy now aimed his attention to the moon girl. His words slipping into the Lanzadoii tongue. I'll bite him if you want me to.