[Despite meeting plenty of women who had proven capable of handling themselves, D is eternally bound by the etiquette of assisting those who aren't attacking him. (And sometimes assisting the ones who do.) The woman's declaration isn't met with anything other than the quiet stare while she approaches.] Humans are tenacious.
They are following the ones brought here. [Leaving the den might open the kits up for attack, he thinks. There's no nursemaid to coddle them; the females are all taking their turns running into the woods and lifting kits up to bring them back in their mouths.
His eyes settle on her, then her spear, then her again.] My name is D.
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They are following the ones brought here. [Leaving the den might open the kits up for attack, he thinks. There's no nursemaid to coddle them; the females are all taking their turns running into the woods and lifting kits up to bring them back in their mouths.
His eyes settle on her, then her spear, then her again.] My name is D.