Fall upon our stones

Mojito was not much of a hunter, his own meager fighting skills meant he wasn't a totally lost cause for feeding himself. Still, he was eager to prove himself, to pull his weight and the boy perked as he heard his warlord calling for them. He told Hoa to stay back at the den, knowing his companion wouldn't really be able to offer much in this situation. The young man trotted towards the call, eyes alighting on more members than the last time they'd been called by their warlord. He instinctually sought out Asla and had to keep his disappointment from showing when he didn't see her. He spotted the woman he'd helped after washing up on their shore and he wound his way towards her, gently offering her a smile and some soft words of suggestion. "Don't push yourself too hard." She had seemed fine physically otherwise but her amnesia gave him pause and he wasn't keen to see her push too hard to prove herself when even a small knock could potentially cause even more issues... especially if the creatures were as large as Sirius' call would lead them to believe.

"Speech!"

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