You're not the first. [That is to say it's okay, Thrall, just don't tell Jason what he's doing and all will be well.] I know you wouldn't. I trust you on that.

[Though this is starting to look more and more ominous as time goes on. When they enter the cave he stops short, staring into the camp as his eyes roam the area.

Thrall's already been here. That much is obvious and he tightens his jacket around his thin frame as he absorbs what he's seeing. This just screams ritual and though he doesn't know exactly what's going on it's immediately clear that this is important.

He's not sure what the axe is for, and he's even less sure what the clothing--is that a loincloth?--is for. Apparently it's for him. He doesn't take it immediately but rather he's openly staring as his brain loops around at rapid speeds to catch up.

And then Thrall starts to talk. Thrall talks and explains and Hiro suddenly understands what's going on here. The chief of the Frostwolf clan...wants him to be a part of it. It's not entirely surprising once he realizes how close he's grown to Thrall since they both arrived nearly a year ago, but at the same time it is. It is surprising and he knows it's a big deal. You don't say no to something like that immediately. There's the slightest hesitation though.

So many people here have asked him to become a part of big things. Different teams. Different clans. Different guilds. It's a lot. He's pulled in so many directions but...it all seems to seamlessly slide together.

He finally meets Thrall's gaze and the wariness is gone. It's replaced with the most assured look Thrall's probably seen on the boy and he nods tightly.]

Yes. If you think I really deserve the honor, I do. [And then, a beat.] ...what exactly does all of this mean though?