Sangwoo knew everyone in his tribe and he also knew everyone in Ten's tribe too. It happened on a small island, he knew every friend and every enemy so very well. It just happened. Hence why this was so alarming... he didn't know the man wandering in front of him. He hid carefully, watching with curiosity as the man stumbled through the forest, dressed rather oddly and yelling for someone called Gyungho.

He didn't know a Gyungho either. Concerning.

Keeping his dagger nearby, Sangwoo slipped out from the trees and just started to walk behind the odd man curiously, his bare feet almost silent in the grass. He sniffed the air before Yejoon and frowned - he smelled like flowers.