Hoshor Plains to the divine, mischievous spark in you

though there is a soft ache of muscles begging him to relax for a bit, arktos agrees to a hunt all the same. though kept at bay by purpose and his singular mindset, there is a soft ache of hunger in his belly that a small woodland or plainsland critter would quickly quiet.

as it was her idea, arktos gestures for her to lead the way to their quarry, content to spend some time bonding with her as they hunt their small meals together.