Blackfoot Forest Mr. Bennet made no answer.

"There are some," Aaron responds to her, shrugging. "The foxes were nice meals indeed while they lasted, but they have been gone for a while now," he adds. "The most prey we find now is underwater, and I speak mostly for myself when I say that I am a poor fisher," he says, a dry jokes followed by a devilishly handsome smile, which he flashes at Amara for a moment more than he does Sen-- force of habit. 

He then looks off, his ears perking. "Sen-- if my Amara does not mind, I would not object to showing you the part of the woods that you came for, if you had one. It is a wonderful place-- greenery or not-- I believe you should be allowed to see it for a final time, if it is the reason you came." He glances to his wife for a sound confirmation, but was pretty set on doing the thing anyway.