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That's it, then, we can continue this thread if you want, or you can post once more and we fade to black; up to you. Titling him as a craftsman! :3
Dawali nodded as Arda spoke, feeling his respect for the other male rise. Perhaps the day would come when he would feel as this male did now, but the chief was determined to stop such silly talk. There had never been a day as long as Dawali lived that the advice of someone older than him had not been valuable, and this male might very well be twice his own age. His feathered mane bobbed as his head moved up and down, and just as Dawali took breath to reply, the male continued. Red figure bent down to pick the stone up, studying it as Arda's words streamed into his ears. There were many skills the tribe was currently in need of, and as far as Dawali knew, only Nayati and himself had been providing the tribe with arrowheads and hammerheads and spear-tips. It was crude work, and he did not care much for it. His fingers were made for other work, softer materials, and he did not excel in working with stone, by any means. His work was good enough to be put to use, but the tribe lacked proper expertise. The guilty conscience he had had moments ago evaporated with this newfound knowledge, and he smiled at the older male. "I am not lying when I say we've been waiting for someone like you to come along. Two of us provide the arrowheads around these parts, and I'm certain you would best us with ease." One hand motioned towards the very crude stone knife that hung from his belt, naming it an example of his own 'skill'. He glanced again at the rock in his hands before stuffing it into the pouch at his belt; surely, the male would not mind, as it was likely more than awkward to carry it himself. "You are more than welcome here, Arda, both for a rest and for a permanent place in our family, should you find that you want it." He turned halfway and motioned with his hand towards the path where he had come. "It is a long walk to the Village. Come, allow me to carry you, and it will be less of a strain." He had his doubts about making this suggestion; it was easy to offend someone like that, but the male did not seem shy about admitting his weakness in his current state. Hoping that the male would not take his suggestion in the wrong way, Dawali waited anxiously for a response. From a medical viewpoint, the need for food and rest for this one would easily reach a critical level, and quite soon, if his eyes did not deceive him.