Redhawk Caldera Misplaced hours

Sebastian chuckled at that. "Not a northerner then? The cold makes fish slower which is actually an advantage," he explained with a nod. "But yeah sometimes you do have to go through a bit of cold. I'm used to it," he admitted to the male. He could imagine it wasn't for everyone. He liked fishing it reminded him of the good times of home. His mother had taught him.

"Yes, I feel like the pack could use some more members," he agreed. He felt that with Quixote's charm that he could manage to convince a few to join them. Sebastian was done eating. Usually, after eating food he got an after-dinner dip. Sebastian yawned and slowly pushed himself to his feet. "I think I will have an afternoon nap. Thank you for the company and helping me of course," he thanked the other before testing how much weight he could put on the leg.