The sound of people, of life, makes Ratonhnhaké:ton immediately nervous. He's not certain what to expect, but even if his shoulders tense a little, it's not too obvious.

He makes his way to the opening in the walls around the village, absently raising a hand to run his fingers along the wood. It has been months and months since he's been here. He hasn't wanted to visit while it was empty. Not that there is any point in visiting an empty village, to him.