Blacktail Deer Plateau And it is sailing to the middle of the sea

He failed to be offended by her smiling, for he had done quite a bit of laughing over the matter himself. It was a ridiculous issue to have, and he could only hope after a while the novelty of tormenting him would wear off. Or someone would manage to eat the darn thing. Maybe an owl would oblige him.

He nodded, taking a little happiness from the novelty of what she said. It wasn't often that 'positive' was used to describe his manner of thinking, but in this he supposed he was. He might not be the most upbeat of characters, but he also didn't put much stock in brooding. It was exhausting not only for him, but likely for others who were forced to be around him.

"I'm not one hundred percent positive yet. Track down a few spars, most likely." His previous training wasn't something he ever desired to engage in here, so he'd have to find new ways. Some of the old lessons could apply in some capacity, though. He might no longer like the comparison of a hunt and a fight, but it was true they shared similarities. Thinking of an enemy as prey might be a harsh outlook but seeing prey as similar to an enemy had merits. "Work on some solo hunting, perhaps. Carefully." He had no desire to be laid low for biting off more than he could chew.