skill: hunter

While his siblings seemed to be more solidly settled, Tsaali still struggled sometimes with keeping his legs under him. He was old enough now that it shouldn't have been an issue. He was unaware of any of his parents' and family's concerns, at least now, since they had not faced the Long March yet. It would be a new experience for them all, and they would be tested. What tested him now was the interesting smell that he'd noticed. Nen'tah was on the move. Tail wagging, he trekked after his brother, who hadn't gone that far away, as if he was the sneakiest.

A sudden, unexpected sound broke the sneaky-silence, and Tsaałi's brow furrowed. What was that??

And then again. It was unlike anything he'd ever heard, not like the sounds of their den, not like the birds that occasionally sang nearby. This was not a pleasant sound, and his expression shifted into a scowl as it was repeated again! He stopped in his tracks as he saw his sable brother pounce - but the thing was too fast! Tsaałi gasped, the sound probably a comical stage-whisper at best, and stopped next to Nen'tah. Eww! A childish response to seeing the toad, but the boy couldn't help himself. Nen'tah, Tsaałi said as he crouched down next to his brother. wha' you find?

Maybe his little brother knew more about this ugly little creature, who now stared at both cubs. It looked kind of puffed up, like the way he had seen some of Saatsine before addressing a potential threat. But it stared at them. Did that make them the threat?