Morningside Cuesta Hunt for who we've not yet become

Kieran continued to beam as he was praised for his catch, and he noticed with a grin that the adults had also caught a pheasant each. "That was fun!" He barked, glancing down at his own prey. "Yeah, it did. I wasn't expecting it to look so.... funny, though. Why's it got so many colours?" He asked, wishing to know more about the strange birds. For sure, their markings were unusual.

He had, despite feeling somewhat sorry for the bird, thouroughly enjoyed hunting. His first hunt had been a success and he was proud of it. "Can... can I give some to mom?" He asked, glancing up at Sylvas. He would let Kieran go and bury some, wouldn't he? "I... want her to have some of my first catch." He let a shy smile run across his maw, hoping that his father would say yes.