Blame? No. Wyatt wasn't sure he'd use the word blame...
But he certainly found it odd, and it definitely gave him pause, when the soft crooning reached him where he crouched by the river, dunking his and Max's canteens. Frowning, his head cocked, listening as the canteens bubbled and gurgled, trying to determine where it was coming from and, more importantly, where it was headed.
(Max wasn't far away, setting up their camp for the night.)
Pinpointing the tune, he capped the canteens, picked up his spear, and slipped back into the cover of the massive trees. He no interest in further bloodying his hands, but neither was he going to let an unknown tribute get the drop on their camp.
With any luck the stranger would be reasonable, and they could go their separate ways without bloodshed.
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But he certainly found it odd, and it definitely gave him pause, when the soft crooning reached him where he crouched by the river, dunking his and Max's canteens. Frowning, his head cocked, listening as the canteens bubbled and gurgled, trying to determine where it was coming from and, more importantly, where it was headed.
(Max wasn't far away, setting up their camp for the night.)
Pinpointing the tune, he capped the canteens, picked up his spear, and slipped back into the cover of the massive trees. He no interest in further bloodying his hands, but neither was he going to let an unknown tribute get the drop on their camp.
With any luck the stranger would be reasonable, and they could go their separate ways without bloodshed.