By the time she was up on the tree, Savage was standing at the base of the tree. He was looking up at her slightly with his bright blues, and there was a coy smile on his face. "Well, wouldn't you look at this. You just climbed your first tree, kiddo." He patted the side of her leg lightly and watched her. Then she thanked him. That was a new sensation to feel. Wasn't often he got thanked for shit.
This was odd.
"Don't mention it, kid." Savage said coolly. "What's your name? They call me Savage." Which he knew many people knew that name. It was a name parents told their young children to keep them from misbehaving. He was the post-apocalyptic boogey man. After hearing her name, he leaned down and picked up her backpack.