Morningside Cuesta Hunt for who we've not yet become

The male looked down at Kieran as he agreed to bury only a small amount for his mother and slowly the mercenary turned his attention to Grayday, a small smile forming across his muzzle as brown ears twitched at the sound of their conversing voices. His amber eyes shimmered as Sylvas turned his gaze to look at his son once more, ears swivelling some as his stare then peered to the location the boy had pointed out, ”Sure, we can go and do this wherever you want.” He said softly, tail giving a gentle wag behind him as he now waited quietly for them to begin moving, curious to see how this ritual would go exactly.