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Kennet shoved Samoset off of him and scurried towards a tree, in hopes of making a quick escape into it's boughs. However, without having much practice climbing up Tale's trees, his hands slipped around it's bark and left him to face his brother on the ground. The Blade grasped the handle of his spear and leveled his gaze into a fierce, narrowed glare, before closing the distance between he and his brother again.

"I meant what I said, you're the world's biggest suck up!" He shouted, arching his back so he'd be taller than the other. "And if you think I'm going to care about your stupid threats anymore, you've got another thing coming! I'm the one with the title, Samoset, and you're still a whining, begging little suck up who couldn't hit a target if it were right in front of his face!"

His brother's fist hit him in the gut before he could move to unsheathe his spear and caused him to gasp, but only for a moment. He quickly caught his breath and swung towards Samoset, before chasing him through the market square.

"Get back here, you rotten sack of meat!" He screamed.

Back from from what was supposed to just be a walk, and turned into a battle against some witu and him hunting some seriffin, Rilind was heading toward where he was going to be meeting with Yaholo. After the war had ended, as well as the nap that Rilind wanted after it, he'd made the plans to meet up with Yaholo. He was supposed to be meeting with the man's sons after all. It was one of those meetings that seemed as though it was a long time coming and yet it was finally going to happen. It was probably part of why he'd gone on the walk in the first place, to put the meeting up just a little longer. He couldn't help but to fret over meeting them, more then certain that he'd be found lacking. It was part of why he'd wanted to bring back food as well, feeling that perhaps it might help win Yaholo and his sons over somehow.

As he headed into town, ignoring any looks he might be getting given his appearance, he moved to seek out Yaholo. He knew he wasn't looking his best, though he wasn't sure what his best was. He'd gotten scuffed up, bitten a couple times by the witu, scratched by the birds, and then there was the fact that he was carrying the two headless, field dressed birds along with him. All they needed now was to be plucked and they could get them cooking. He could only hope Yaholo would help with that tedious task he thought to himself.

Just as he was starting to think that he would never find him he heard Yaholo yelling at... someone. The raised voice caused Rilind to flinch a little but he forced himself forward. There was nothing to worry about as far as Yaholo went, he wasn't a mean or violent person, he was good to Rilind. He didn't have to worry, it would be alright, something he told himself over and over again as he moved toward the crowd that had gathered to watch... well, whatever it was Yaholo was up to. Moving through the crowd he looked around to figure out where he was and what was going on. Upon finally spotting him he went rather wide eyed, nearly dropping the birds he was carrying, as he found him man handling his kids and yelling at them about what would have happened if Yaholo acted that way when he was their age.

Rilind found himself suddenly torn on what he should do. There was part of him that felt he just wait until Yaholo was done, another part wanted to leave since the scene was bringing up bad memories, then a sliver of him wanted to stay put since he was supposed to meet them and wanted to share the birds with them. It was a difficult thing, battling with his own mind, but he forced himself to do so, wanting to try to stay where he was. No reason to retreat, this was Yaholo after all, not RIl's own father, and neither boy seemed as though they had come to any harm, they were just being scolded. It would be alright... and as such he'd just wait silently.

Kennet landed on his feet and brushed himself off. Stupid Samoset, always causing him trouble. He gave his older brother a dirty look once his father was distracted and beamed when he was tasked to carry the birds Rilind had killed. Anything that had to do with food and the making of it was something he enjoyed doing, and he was eager to follow the command.

"Hi, Rilind, it's a pleasure to meet you!" He exclaimed, extending a hand out to shake Ril's. "My father's told me a lot about you, I'm happy you've decided to stay!"

Then, with a smirk, he pointed towards Samoset.

"That wiggling nimrod is my twin brother, Samoset." He muttered. "We're nothing alike, don't worry about it."

Rilind could do little more then to stare at the lot of them and their antics finding it... well, strange. To have Yaholo 'fighting' with his children, but not really. It was something that was so very different from how Rilind and his own father had been, to the point where it seemed weird to him. Were fathers supposed to be like that? Were they supposed to be nice? Breaking up fights between their kids instead of being the one that dealing out the blows? Blinking a couple times when Yaholo addressed him he looked at the birds he was holding, then gave a slow nod of his head, "Ahhh... yeah." He'd gone hunting, yes. Not planned or anything, it had just sort of turned out that way, but at least it seemed that they were happy for it?

Turning to look at the boy called Kennet he found himself starring. He looked so much like Yaholo when Rilind had first met him once upon a time ago. He was far more skittish at that point then he was now, having run away from Yaholo every chance he got. It was one of those things he regretted given that he could have been with him before now and perhaps led a happier life. He could make up for it now though, right? He just had to try to get used to so much activity around him when he was far more used to hiding out on his own.

Finding himself starring at the hand that was outstretched toward him it too a moment before Ril took it, giving it a quick shake, "I... has he? That's... good I hope." He wondered what all he'd told them about him, hopefully not all of his various issues. He'd rather them not know all of that lest they think less of him, "It's good to meet you Kennet, you too Samoset." Though he wondered if the other boy heard him since he was still yelling about wanting to hit his brother. Not something that sat well with him, but he kept it to himself, instead falling quiet again as he handed the birds off to Kennet. Once that was done he lifted a hand to rub it against his aching shoulder. Healed or not it still bothered him, making him wonder if this was something he'd have to deal with the rest of his life. He'd guess that it was rather likely given the severity of the wound, a bit of a bother but a sacrifice that was worth what it had earned him in the end.

Kennet happily hoisted the bird onto his shoulders while Rilind spoke and gave him a smile. He seemed to be just as dad described, a little nervous, handsome, and interesting, so he felt no reason to be wary or suspicious of him. He watched his father give Rilind a kiss and chuckled.

"Awww, too cute!" He laughed, before his expression faltered. "It's not my fault that Samoset's such a thorn in my side. Always whining about something or telling me that I'm doing something wrong. I swear, prentices these days don't know their place, do they?"

Rilind looked between the two boys, then over to Yaholo, about to open his mouth to say something to him when he instead got a kiss on the forehead. It was something that silenced him completely before he gave a slight sigh. So they were going to carry both of the birds? He'd been alright to carry them... but then again he supposed that it might be because he killed them? That or perhaps Yaholo could tell that his shoulder was bothering him? He was the sort to help out if he knew someone needed it so it could easily be that.

As the two started to sort of argue once more he found himself wanting nothing more then to step in closer to Rilind, to stand closer to his side, and hope that the arguing would pass. He wouldn't say that either though, instead just waiting to see what the lot of them would do next. If nothing else at least Samoset seemed to hear him despite being slung over his father's shoulder in the manner that he was? A bonus for certain.

"I... ahh... instead of fighting can we see about making dinner?" He asked of the trio in a hushed, though hopeful, tone of voice.

Kennet sighed and nodded as his father gave him a stare and adjusted his hold on the bird, before grinning at what his father suggested.

"Grandpa has his own fire pit?" He asked, his mouth gaping wide. "Like, one with coal and stuff? I didn't know that! Smoked stuff is the best!"