Dem looks around at the people in the camp. He over hears snipits of conversation. He gasps quietly, hearing his brother's name mentioned by one of them. He gathers enough of conversations to figure out that his brother is the leader in this camp. His heart sinks, realizing his presence could jeopardize his brother's position...somehow. With a heavy heart, he sets the jerky by a tree, hoping his brother would find it by some miracle. If he didn't, oh well, Dem would never know. He crawls back out of the bush and looks around at the camp for a glimpse of his brother. Not seeing him, he turns and begins walking away. He hears the distant sounds of the river and decides to head there to refill his water bottles. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he walks that way, heading further away from the Brom camp, towards the unclaimed territory.