Emberwood my smile's an open wound.

This dude was a happy one as well, and momentarily Whit wondered if that was simply a common trait among the random wolves one encountered in the Teekon Wilds. He'd never actually met anyone outside of his pack when he was growing up here. He hadn't really been here long enough to do such a thing. But before the young Frostfur could go into too much introspection over this fact, a sly grin was wrapping around his muzzle as excitement for the stranger's words took him.

"Definitely," Whittier replied in an eager whisper, only hearing the part where the black wolf mentioned helping him - presumably in the hunt, "Sounds like a freakin' buffet over there. You ever hunt frogs before?" Whittier had no patience for fishing. He was too slow for hunting rabbits and too loud for deer or any other small game, really. Frogs? Piece of cake. Delicious, delicious cake.