Ravensblood Forest shmoozing a high

Hoping to use for his hunting trade! Anyone wanna hunt with Nassim?

First thing first, he needed to get something in his belly! It had been so many hours since he'd last eaten; probably days actually, but Nassim couldn't account for time very well. Along with that, if he was to be a serious hunter-gatherer type and prove himself, he'd have to get right to work! Being tired from his travels wasn't a good enough excuse to stop!

He was filled with vim and vigor as he explored the inner reaches of Teaghlaigh. The boy's attention was not so much on the scents of other wolves (although when he caught whiffs of them or found markings on the ground, he would do a little happy-dance-prance routine, then carry on) but he wanted to suss out what exactly was living here. What did these wolves live off of? Whatever lived here, he'd do his best and fill the caches to the brim!

That's right, he murmured to himself, filled with glee at having found a place to put his abilities to use, I'm gonna hunt the shit outta you, Tye-lick! Tay-len! Tight-lip! Oh, whatever. He'd figure out the pronunciation later.