Canalia froze in her tracks, as did Hettin and the rest. The voice was not far away, but more importantly, who would talk so loudly and to who? Surely not themselves, there had to be others. With a few quick hand motions she signaled to the others to spread out and search, a signaling normally used for hunting, but this time she meant to search for other intruders, as she didn't believe this person to be alone. Canalia herself moved forward, directly toward the source of the voice until she reached a clearing, where she finally found its speaker.
Kicking people? Canalia wondered to herself as the man dove into the tall grass again. His moves were untrained however, breaking through the grass instead of moving along it. Around her she heard the sounds of birds, the signal from her fellow tribesmembers that they had found nothing. This strange man was all alone. Canalia decided then, and moved forward to where the man was walking, announcing his presence with his every step. Once she reached within five meters of him, her sword drawn, she finally spoke up. What is your purpose here? You are not welcome!
Canalia's eyes narrowed at the words spoken by the intruder. What a strange way of speaking, not to mention disrespectful. She wondered if he spoke like this to any woman, regardless of stranger or aquaintance, and surely he had no friends that were women. She raised her sword so that its tip was pointing directly at Chuck's throat. Around her, barely audible, the rest of the members from her tribe quietly snuck among the grass to position themselves around the newcomer, weapons held ready in case he made any moves.