Otaohnacto sat quietly while the girl ran out of the tent. His eyes closed in contemplation for a moment; this emotional young woman might indeed prove to be a problem for his son. Yet, she was mature enough to show him his due respect, and besides the occasional outburst directed at Toho, she seemed to have the potential to be a fine addition to the Jaega, if she allowed herself to be.<br/><br/>The chief leaned forward, absently peeling a bit more meet from one of the birds, then gave his son a brief nod. With a quiet sigh, frustrated but not disrespectful, he began to go after the young woman, following her trail easily. Even if she'd run off, he'd be able to find her easily..but she had remained nearby.<br/><br/>He could hear the sounds of her soft sobbing, and gave her a few minutes of the privacy she'd sought. Then he moved closer, stepping behind her and slipping a warm fur over her shoulders. She'd likely need it in the cool air of night. Toho spoke, his face impassive. "Come. You are tired?"