Kuruk has been avoiding you ever since Akecheta has let you into their tribe, though he finds himself growing curious.

He’s out hunting, his bow aimed precisely and killing the deer before him with ease. He sighs, kneeling before the animal and starting a small prayer. It is mumbled, the words soft as he puts his hands together.

He’s interrupted by footsteps, and he is now on high alert, turning his bow towards the sound. To his surprise, it’s the new addition to the clan. He relaxes, lowering his weapon. He isn’t sure how to feel about seeing you in the forest surrounding the clan.

“I assume you’re exploring?” He questions, his tone almost accusative. Deep down, he knows you pose no threat, but it is in his nature to be wary.