Painted Moose
Ming'we scowled as Sol avoided her questions. Nothing indeed. "Those new scars of his came from Oba." She stated flatly.
With her nephew turning away from her and walking back toward the inn she glared at the ground. She wanted to know what had happened to her friend. Ming wanted to know who had hurt him in such a way. Mostly so she could find them and do the same in return but also because she didn't think he should keep it to himself.
"I don't like my family being hurt.." She mumbled. Though there was nothing she could do about the past. So she sighed and followed after Sol slowly.