Audrun grinned at the boy as he carried on through the snow, flashing his teeth at the boy. “I'm Audrun, from the Bear tribe. Guess you can call me an old friend of your clan, though I'm not so sure now.” He trudged on through the snow thinking of whether he should try and find whoever was behind this or just return home to his parents. Surely the latter was safer, but now that he was here with this girl, and two dead clans at their feet, it felt like they were meant for something greater. “My daddy says the bear tribe is strong like bears but are not as smart as the wolves. Is that true?” Audrun flexed his muscles for the boy, but it wasn't much to show. Needless to say the boy wasn't impressed. “That's not strong! My mom has bigger muscles than you!!” he yelled out at Audrun. 

“Real strength isn't in muscles though.” Audrun retorted. He knew it was true to a degree. For a weapon like a spear, it was more about momentum or the right angle or spot, but strength definetely played a role. A club however needed both speed and strength in equal measure. So he was sort of right. “Besides, I'm only just of age. I had my first hunting trip this year and it went well. I caught a beaver.” Now this caught the boy's attention. “A beaver! We don't see many of those around our caves!! How did you catch it!” Audrun laughed out loud and then looked around as if he was gonna tell a secret, checking the environment for people listening in. “Well first of all.. I used a kid like you as bait.” Now Weylyn seemed more shocked than interested and hid himself closer to Accalia, but Audrun continued. “.. sadly the kid got eaten by the big beaver. Then I killed it with my spear. The end.” Audrun grinned and scouted around the environment some more, waiting for the inevitable shitstorm Accalia would release on him.