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Homutifu was grumpy as he paced towards the Temple of his ancestors, but then... he was always grumpy, so it wasn't news to any who knew him. Not that anyone did! After fleeing like a coward when he was set free, he'd lived in relative isolation in the wilds till he'd worked up the courage to return to his homeland. Which was the reason for the grumpiness. He didn't like thinking of himself as less-than capable... but his actions were hard to justify otherwise.
Head low, fur bristled, he stalked towards the new Tuait'tekem as though daring someone to get in his way, to provoke his anger so he had a reason to work it off on them. Not that he would, probably. He was more bluff and bluster than actual danger, but he tended to avoid that thought since it just made his mood worse.
A fallen tree, its branches skeletal, blocked his path, forcing Homu to make a detour around it as he muttered to himself somethings that probably weren't meant for cubs' ears.