No qualms were given by the two out of three women in their merry little band, officially making up the majority vote and adding the yearling to their numbers. It would certainly do them good to have a healer as they’d mentioned, and the boy even went so far as to inadvertently prove his knowledge as he explained the difference between nightshade and blackberries to Hudson. He hadn’t exactly been completely serious when he’d said that, but the concern that was evident in the lad’s eyes was enough to make him grin. “Thanks fer th’ clarification, Riven. I’ll make sure t’ store it in th’ old noggin’ fer th’ future, though seems like you’ll be around with us t’ make sure I don’t make a mistake,” he said with a sweep of his peppered tail.

Adelard spoke and the Macieo man’s eyes turned to him, a swift nod given in reply to everything being sorted out. “Welcome to th’ group, kiddo. If yer hungry we’ve got some caches filled up with caribou from our hunt, help yerself. Can’t have ya starvin’. ‘M sure Adelard’ll take care of ya, but if ya need somethin’ just give a holler. ‘M goin’ back t’ sleep,” he said, another yawn gaping his jaws before he turned, gently bumping his shoulder against Saga’s and giving her a sideways glance in question of whether or not she would follow him before heading to their little hollowed out hole in the snow.

Exit.