Ravensblood Forest grillwalker

Atreyu's ears fell back at the gruff no he was given. The question had obviously struck a chord with the man. It was fair enough he refused to eat the babies of prey animals - perhaps they were too small for him. Or he didn't like the taste. Had Ragnar explained his reasons why, Atreyu wouldn't have been able to grasp the concept of not eating them for moral reasons. Food was food to him, granted, he had not tasted many creatures from forests and the areas further inland.

He perked up when the Jarl decided they fish instead, his pale eyes brightening and spinning on his heel again, turning away from the forest and towards the sandy path that led to the shore. "Great!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, tail waving to and fro as he passed Ragnar. He titled his head back a little, glancing up at the sky. It was almost night - the perfect time for crab hunting. Although it was a short walk to the shorefront, he knew there would be quite a feast waiting for them. If they could catch them, that was. "You have to be pretty quick to catch them," Atreyu began, forgetting to mention just what sort of animal they would be hunting for in his excitement. "I'll chase them and you could...you could stomp on them!"