Chilchuck just didn't understand. How could one just simply be so care free. He would watch eyes softening as the firelight would trace their features. He would scowl when he saw that stupid glint in their eyes as they tried something so dangerously stupid. He hated them.. He hated them! And he hated this feeling the most, so here he is, sitting on the ledge of the cliff where they set up camp. Staring at the abnormally detailed fake sky of the ceiling in the cavern.