Erin had grown accustomed to the Sa-Khui's consistent mispronunciation of her name, emphasizing an 'ay' instead of the correct 'eh' sound. She took it in stride, correcting them once and then brushing it off when the correction failed to stick. Knowing how Georgie's name was being pronounced, she couldn't help but feel grateful that her own wasn't mangled as badly. As Cashol approached, Erin flashed him a smile, finishing the knot on the leather strings of the backpack she had crafted during her initial week on the planet. Her penchant for exploration drove her to create the backpack; she refused to be confined to the caves like many of the other girls. Her affinity for Octavia, the cartographer, stemmed from their shared desire to explore and map out local resources. Despite the slow progress due to the snow, Erin had discovered the unique properties of the peculiar sticky trees and their sap, as well as a singular mineral deposit she frequently visited. "Feeling threatened I might take your job?" she teased, fully aware that hunting wasn't her forte. Although she maintained a good pace, Erin knew Cashol sacrificed valuable hunting time to accompany her on her adventures. Vektal would undoubtedly lose his shit if she ventured alone for days, prompting even Raahosh to keep an eye on Octavia during her mapping expeditions. Standing at her full height, Erin barely reached the center of Cashol's chest. Despite their increased time together, the height difference continued to strike her. "You know, I won't be offended if you really can't afford to take me with you. I don't want to intrude," Cashol had willingly volunteered as her prospective guard, a stark contrast to her unsuccessful attempt with Hassen, who scowled throughout her proposal. While she appreciated Cashol's company, Erin was mindful not to take advantage of his kindness.

His expression remained stoic, revealing nothing, but Raahosh couldn't help but sense a hint of amusement toward the determined female who didn't need to turn around to know he was the one behind her. Their dynamic pleased him, even if it may be the root of her irritation, Raahosh found himself looking forward to these moments. Responding with a resounding grunt, gruff and indifferent, he was well aware that he could effortlessly hoist her over his shoulder and march her back to the caves if he so desired. Despite the indifference in his demeanor, he couldn't help but admire her strength and the dedication she poured into creating these 'maps,' visual representations of their surrounding home. The tribes upbringing had relied on mental navigation, guided by the familiar landmarks ingrained in their minds, to see it all visually was beyond helpful when it came to communicating hunting spots and caches. Raahosh felt the urge to show her more, to satisfy the curiosity that set her apart from the other women who had arrived in the peculiar, flying cave just under a full lunar cycle ago. She defied safety precautions, venturing out alone to survey the landscape, and Raahosh was grateful that Vektal had entrusted him with her care, knowing he would have challenged any other male in the position. "No fighting today, female," he remarked, though their quarrels tended to be one-sided, with her doing most of the arguing while Raahosh stood like a silent statue in the face of her verbal assault. He would advise her on the dangers and the need to return, all while watching with rapt attention as she went off on him. Safe to say, he held a considerable fondness for this female, which led to thoughts that sparked his scheming. "We travel today," he declared simply, anticipating the inevitable - a flicker of interest, a quirk of her brow. He knew for certain that this proposal would pique her curiosity. "You are in need of more land to map," he stated matter-of-factly. She moved through sections of land with remarkable speed, but had began venturing dangerously far from the home caves in search of more land, causing discomfort for their chief. Raahosh had shared his plan with Vektal, omitting the part about isolating her in hopes to force their khui's song for each other. Instead, he presented it as a means to satisfy her curiosity with an extended journey. A lie, for he knew a woman like her would never be fully satisfied, but it brought him comfort in contrast to its unsettling effect on their chief. Two bags were slung over his shoulder, filled with clothing and provisions, as he awaited her response.