up to his lips to tell him to be quiet and walks slowly into the treeline, careful to point out anything Dylan might stand on or snag that would cause a noise.
Steve: My little apprentice. On a path towards warriorhood.
Suddenly Steve stops in the thick brush with his hand held open and towards Dylan and then gently lowers one knee to the dirt. Imitating with his hand that Dylan follow his lead, then waves him over to join him. As the kid arrives he places his hand on the barrel of the handgun which is now ready to fire and lowers it towards the ground. This wasn’t the correct tool for the job right now.
Pointing to his eyes with both fingers he then holds up three fingers to show a number. It was like playing