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This was one of the many times that Kangee had desired to wander from the tribe, something that most wouldn't advise to do alone but had long since given up after the man repeatedly ignored such warnings. Yet, in his mind he wasn't alone as he was fairly confident the Wanahton's speed would be enough to help him escape most situations. However the stallion wasn't currently with the Lakota man, instead the stallion was off grazing among the trees a number of yards away while Kangee walked through the forest with rifle in hand. While he was out here primarily to indulge in his own wish to explore, he also was here to fulfill one of his obligations to the tribe. Whether or not he happened across any game would be up to sheer luck.

Despite his distraction in discovering new places in the forest it wasn't hard to pick up the sound of a horse nearby. Kangee quickly dropped into a slight crouch in order to make himself more difficult to detect if whoever this was turned out to be an unfriendly individual. As he crept towards the source of the sound he kept in mind that he was not in the tribe's territory. If something happened he was within rights to defend himself but it might result in unpleasant "political" matters for the rest of the tribe. A frown marred his face for a moment at the thought but he returned his mind to the present and crept forward a bit more. Just enough so that he could see the other man but stay hidden among the shadows and foliage.

Kangee watched the pale skinned man for a few moments as he dismounted his horse, the Lakota's fingers tightening their grip on the rifle in a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. At first he didn't recognize the man due to the distance between them but it did not take overly long for the man's face to click in his mind. He had never talked at length with him but rather had mostly seen him in passing, knowing him only by his Native name. His fingers loosened their grip on the rifle and he stood in order to step out of the brush.

"Ohiyese?" He inquired as he stepped forward just as the other man began munching on an apple after feeding one to his steed. Kangee was careful, not liking the idea of what would happen if he was wrong but was more ready to approach Jacob than he would if he had encountered someone he had never seen before. After all, it was no secret to anyone, regardless of race, that strangers could be more than hazardous to one's health.