He held back from hugging her, his heart beating quickly as she smiled and walked over to him. Abrianna always had that way with him, and he smiled back, a bit more silly in his opinion. Askuwheteau hung his head in embarrassment as she chided him for being forgetful. It was hard for the magic to change many things when he walked in the wolf skin he wore, and carrying a whole satchel would be asking too much. as it were, aside from his clothes, he only brought his daggar and a small bag of flint and tinder for emergencies.<br/><br/>"I can always hunt," he offered. Before speaking further, he noticed how she alerted, and looked over his shoulder. He didn't notice anything, but there was a deep suspicion in his mind. "I was thinking we could go over to the river. We can catch fish and grill them for lunch," he added, knowing she'd probably get hungry soon. His head turned again, and he frowned. He had the keen abilities of any man of their tribe, but he was much better when he walked in his skin. There was something...different. His eyes widened; it was the scent from before. "Abrianna, get out of here," he whispered curtly, drawing his daggar. He cursed his predicament; he couldn't change in her presence.