His mother had gone out herb collecting, and Warden tagged along happily. Spending time with her was nice, but spending time exploring? That was even better. He was excited to get to do and see more, to get to venture away from the Armada's homeland. There is no thoughts in his head about danger, no thoughts in his head about the risks involved with straying. Mr. Racoon watched somewhere close by, dutiful as ever, as he wandered from his mother's line of sight.
He knows better than to think he's alone out here. He thinks about his lessons with his father, with his grandfather. Warden stepped as quietly as possible, without slowing his pace. Curious, stormy-eyed, the boy catches sight of something. A shadow, hunched up around herself. A girl. She smelled funny, that much he could tell. Still, a shift in the breeze gave him away. Heck. She moved like she was uncomfortable, like she was... hm. Like she was trying to avoid something? Warden is still too far to make out the detail in the girl. Instead, he calls out. "What are you hiding from?"
