Rhys
"I think we should," Tyron announced, "We need to know. Specially if this person is following us."
Rhys smirked and spit another shard of bone out. Jester, feeling his companion's excitement, cackled again and jumped around, anxious for the hunt that was about to occur.
"There is always the chance that they're no one special. Just some hermit or villager out on a hike. And that may be a long shot but it could be someone like us, travelling to the same place. That would be something wouldn't it? After six years we find another one like us. Of course if that were so its natural you'll want to kill him. Must be habit."
Rhys laughed and rolled his eyes, delivering a soft punch on Kane's arm at the last bit. It had stayed a running joke between the two since they became more comfortable with each other. He wouldn't have attacked him if he'd been able to silence his mind then, it's amazing what a few years can do for honing in a skill. "Maybe you should've been quicker, I wouldn't have gotten so close," Rhys replied still smiling. Kane agreed with him though, that if whomever it was presented a threat they must be eliminated. Although the idea of another Warg filled him with a sense of wonder he hadn't experienced in a long time. Hell, if what was being said was true, there would soon be a whole city full of them. He snapped out of the train of thought when Jester pulled at his pant leg, when Rhys turned towards the hyena, it dropped a knife into his lap. Spitting out some more of the bone he jumped up and joined Kane in packing away the camp.