It took some time, but eventually the healer had the wounds dressed, and Sterling situated in a small hut (Since there's no proper name for a Mayan-style house.). The first scout waited for him to come to, leaning against the wall. The second had left a while ago, claiming he had other things to do.

(uhmmm.....i'll have him wake up a bit now....)


Sterling finally mumbled something in his sleep opening his eyes slowly,he didn't recognize where he was...but at least he was alive

The scout looked up at the noise, then curiously trotted over to the fox. "Phaphama, ngiyabona?"

(uhhhhhhhh)



Sterling looked a bit confused,hearing a strange language definitely did help his fried brain

(Google translate it.)

The scout looked equally puzzled. "Ungakwazi yini ukuqonda inkulumo yami?"
The second scout returned then. "Speak in the other language he if can't understand you."
"That never occured to me...."
"Things rarely do."

Sterling kinda felt like he was intruding and coughed bit..."Uhm...may i ask where i am?"

"Our village." The first scout said simply.
"I think he means specifically." The second growled.
"On Angel Island." The first echidna huffed.

Sterling took a bit to process this,so he was far from home...injured and who technicaly knows where on a island lost to the world.He held his hand to his forhead...

"How are you feeling?" The first asked unessecarily.

"Confused,and tired.." he said thankful for them asked