Taka laughed at the boy's enthusiasm. "No the meat needs to be cooked first." He had moved to begin preparing to cook the rabbits when he felt the boy tug at his pants. His head snapped up at the words and he berated himself for not hearing it sooner. He knew to rely on his senses and had never had some one sneak up on him before.

He grabbed his knife, pinching the blade between index finger and thumb, ready to throw it into the heart of who ever approached. He motioned to the boy with his other hand to be silent as his eyes scanned the forest in the direction on the rustling. Every muscle in his body was tensed in preparation for what was to come.

(Did you have an idea of who/what you want it to be? I wasn't sure if you did or if I should make something up. I can.)