Hushed Willows You want a stealth mode.

Dinner.

That alone.. appealed momentously, even as overcome as he was he could see the worth it in -- especially since he had practically adapted (best he was ever going to) to these times of almost nothing to eat. "I hope so," he replied with an eager exhale when all sorts of things were mentioned for his potential future. Now, if only prey would flourish again before long so that he may truly enjoy the variety the Teekon could offer.

Soon after, he saw his mom and all attention directed to her. "Mom!" he greeted with a breathy yap and bounded towards her to lick her chin. She keyed into the situation quickly enough so he wasn't no time filling her in more appropriately. "We hunted it," he spun to gesture purposefully for the dead mangled thing then glanced quickly to Stark for support. "I helped chase it. A dinner." As if that wasn't clear enough but he was excited so words were not exactly his strongest suit as he panted happily at Harlyn.