Wyatt's mouth twisted, an uncertain frown as he looked from the dejected R to the little cave where Max slept, torn between the two halves of himself.

He didn't believe R to be willfully malicious. The boy tried, he'd had seen it... but he was dangerous, and Wyatt hadn't forgotten what had happened last arena. How things had ended for Howard, how R had looked at him when he'd found out the about Aunamee - how he hadn't believed him, and he couldn't say he'd forgiven the boy for it.

Couldn't say he wholly trusted him anymore.

So he let R sit in the rain and the mud, wary of bringing him any closer to camp. He might not have seemed particularly hungry just then, but that could - would - change, and who knew, maybe he'd already met up with Aunamee again....

"Ya know Aunamee's back?" he asked, staring down at R. "Howard an' Max have both seen him."