Saints, this one was still a baby by the looks of him. And not very alert. Cathair scoffed and looked down at the boy. "You're really not in any position to be making those sort of accusations, are you?" he pointed out wryly. "Get off the ground. God only knows what's down there and I don't know how to suck out snake poison and all that shite."
Which was hardly a proper greeting, but since the boy insisted on being cheeky. "Cathair Delaney," he offered as he offered the lad a hand up as well. "And I'm wagering you don't know a bloody thing more about forests than I do." Which was nearly nothing. Cathair was an urban warrior. While he'd hunted recreationally since he was a wee boy, he didn't presume to know how to survive in the wild.