[He caught the expression from the periphery of his vision, but he filed the information away for contemplation later. Clearly, she'd rather not run into these 'sons' here, there or anywhere, which meant that they were either powerful or rebellious.

He kept a weathered eye out for sign that there were others of that creature about which needed fire to build a safe path. He stopped by a trash can to lift the lid and peer at the contents. Nothing worth while. He moved on to the next, finding a wine bottle near the top and taking it.]

Away from things with a high likelihood of liquifying our flesh. And collecting supplies but along the way, I'll show you a tree.