The whistle was shrill and loud, and Soren cringed as he heard it. Here he had thought on the far slopes of this steep, rocky hill he could be alone for a while. But no, a whistle meant a person, and a person meant he wasn't alone anymore. He thought, briefly, of just remaining where he was, ignoring it and going on with his day, studying maps and occasionally questioning his moogle (who, the lazy thing, was currently asleep, warm and content). But no, with his luck, the whistler would either itself not be alone or would unerringly wander his way, and Soren didn't like surprises.

Prodding his moogle awake, he folded his map and tucked it in a small satchel before rising and making his way carefully back up the hill to learn what he could of the whistler lest they be a threat. Clambering around one last rocky outcropping, at last he came within sigh of Yuna and paused, frowning as he watched her. No other living beings in sight (besides her moogle) but that didn't mean the whistle wasn't a signal.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded, harsh and authoritative, despite his stature and that his voice still hadn't fully deepened into that of an adult.