Azerith looks through the tribe with evident curiosity before posing a number of questions. "I see your kind do not employ female warriors to the extent we Kor do. And I must say, the ratio of males to female seems unbalanced. Why's that?" Walking through the camp, it is clear Azerith has more or less forgotten everything he was told about Leonin customs, but was apparently so fascinating himself that most tribesfolk didn't care. He's almost knocked over by a score of pups running between the two, but he just laughs - as opposed to his spiritdancer companion, who looks disdained, and leaps up into a nearby tree. Azerith, on his end, winds up having one very curious pup stationed squarely at the top of his head, looking down at him. The planeswalker doesn't seem to care at all. "How do you guys feed yourselves? Are you nomadic hunters and gatherers like us Kor, or do you rely on herding and agriculture, like so many humans?"