[ Following orders that weren't issued from Kira's village leader was a foreign concept to him. Asato still isn't sure that these are orders he wants to follow, but he's had little reason to believe that his life was in any sort of danger. He was a creature that kept to himself, but there was something that resonated with him about the wyrmlings-- offspring left without their parents. It rang a bit close to home.
He's found his way to the cave with relative ease. He's used to navigating unknown territory, relying on his sense of navigation. He moves discreetly enough that he doesn't attract trouble. Not until he reaches the mouth of the cave, that is. Now that he's here, he's acutely aware that he isn't alone, the scent of someone else reaching his nose and making his fur stand on end. It isn't a familiar scent, for one, and definitely not another ribika. He follows the trail, and once he spots the source, keeps himself hidden behind a mass of vegetation.
He may have stayed hidden as long as he wanted, too, if it weren't for the misstep he takes in stepping on a particularly loud leaf. ]
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rescuing the wyrmlings
He's found his way to the cave with relative ease. He's used to navigating unknown territory, relying on his sense of navigation. He moves discreetly enough that he doesn't attract trouble. Not until he reaches the mouth of the cave, that is. Now that he's here, he's acutely aware that he isn't alone, the scent of someone else reaching his nose and making his fur stand on end. It isn't a familiar scent, for one, and definitely not another ribika. He follows the trail, and once he spots the source, keeps himself hidden behind a mass of vegetation.
He may have stayed hidden as long as he wanted, too, if it weren't for the misstep he takes in stepping on a particularly loud leaf. ]