He quite liked taking to horseback and riding around by himself. Sikaytavo did not agree - argued that it was a simpleman's life, but Maska did not listen. The hare spun off then, and would not return later in the evening, to his "unworthy" companion. But, the longer Maska stayed here, the longer he came to enjoy the scenery. Rarely, however, did he venture outside the safety of the Village, which was why this day he was not alone. He wanted to inspect the fences, to see if they could be of use to fortify in the case of attacks. The Guardian was mute as they rode together, the former some distance ahead of the councilman. The latter would simply gaze at the beauty around him, the dying leaves, while his mount took him where he needed to go, following well-trodden paths.
For some time the point of the trip slipped the male's mind, until the Guardian shouted back at him to speed up. He'd found something? As his mount cleared the thickest vegetation and he was faced with flatter ground, he could see the fences. More importantly, he could see a figure ahead. Drawing closer, Maska could more clearly see what it was he was looking at, and he frowned. "What is this?" he demanded from the Guardian, who hesitated before reluctantly turning his eyes on the stranger. "My leader wishes to know your purpose in being here," he stated politely, and Maska scoffed, turning his horse partly away from his servant.