Once he was comfortable his attention came to the Human sitting beside him. A young man whose skin was tanned by weeks in the sun and had a solitary hedge of black hair running down the middle of his head. Upon the green jacket he wore were three chevrons on the sleeve pointing up to the eagle he bared on his shoulder.
Beside the Human sat one of the more proficient trackers of his tribe, Mila. The Elder gave her a gentle smile before he went back to studying the Human beside her with his tired, yellow eyes. When the Human lifted his chin up, hand tensing up on the crutch he had beside him, a warm sensation flowed through the aged Neko's pale grey fur. From peering into his powerful, yet dull, green eyes, he could sense the honor of the man as clearly as the bond he held with the woman be
