As the youngin blinks in the universal sign for kill, they silently make their fear known to the leader. They simply move their short tail to the left slightly.
For the tribe, it’s all fun and games most of the time. That’s what this is meant to be, fun. So when true fear hits, all of them respect that fun is over. There was no shame in being afraid.
Raa’jok emerged from the treeline alone, standing at 6’10, he was more of a beefy turtle than tall. His gaze is challenging and his movements are possessive as they pull Bip backwards by their shell and take a defensive stance in front of the youngin.
“Cha’va” is spoken from the opposite side, breaking the tension. It’s V’jik sliding into the scene with all his arrogant smugness. The frog smirked at Raa’jok, easing themselves into the situation by making Raa’jok notice them. There certainly was an unfriendly tension between the two in the air.
There was one chirp from V’jik and one growl from Raa’jok and the situation was clear.
No one claimed this intruder as their own.
“I, V’bit” V’bit spoke in Sparkalian common, taking control of the situation. “You are here, why?”
