Mav nodded along as he tried to see the damage she was describing to the scope, “I’ll fix it up for you if you want; I’m good with scopes after all,” he patted his own to reassure this fact. It was in a peculiar place compared to the norm for instead of being mounted directly on top of the rifle it was in fact mounted slightly to the left to facilitate the general operation of his rifle. This scope placement also enabled him to still efficiently use the iron sights should an enemy slip past the effective range of his scope.

“They’re ewoks, cute little guys aren’t they?” he laughed and patted one on the head as it fled the scene, “Good hunters too, and rather good with figuring out tech that you give them but don’t expect much development. I guess they’re sort of the jawas of Endor, though much less likely to steal your droid and very spiritual,” Mav glanced to the chieftain situated on the woman’s back. It was amusing how she seemed to have generally forgotten about the ewok even as he began to pull apart the woman’s braids. It gave a happy “yub, yub” as it pulled away and gave Mav a look that seemed to say: Good thing we didn’t eat her, because she sure is fun.

“Nah, I can fix it myself. I just don’t have a spare lying around is all,” Mesh explained, only putting up her rifle when she was satisfied that the lens was a solitary issue. As for the Ewok on her back, she hadn’t forgotten him so much as ignored him, but now the tugging on her once neatly-braided hair had gotten annoying.

Reaching behind her, she grabbed the little bear-person by the waist and placed him back down on his own two feet. Even when he made a semi-growl of annoyance, she merely pointed her index finger at him. “That’s quite enough out of you,” she scolded, apparently just sternly enough that the little chieftain decided to run off and find something else to occupy its time.

“I don’t think “cute” is the word I would use,” Mesh’la answered as Mav asked what she thought of the hairy little devils. Yanking off her helmet, she used her fingers to brush out her hair, and then quickly redid it into one long braid down the back of her head. Replacing the bucket, she spoke through her speakers. “So then. Are your dini’la kih burc’yase going to try and steal something else of mine or are we all finished here?” she teased, looking through her belt pockets just to make sure the creature hadn’t actually taken anything else.

((dini’la kih burc’yase = “crazy little friends”))

Mav shrugged; the little bears were plenty fine to him. Granted he had grown up with them in his backyard and he often competed with them for getting the best pelts, but that didn’t mean an outsider to the batch couldn’t get along with them right?

“Either way they’ve got you outnumbered, lots of fur and lots of spears,” he chuckled as he shifted his rifle so that it rested on his back, “I guess so.” The mandalorian left the hut and whistled to himself as he walked through the village that was suspended ever so high up upon the trees.